"...and Christmases were beautiful."

"Have You Forgotten" is simply one of the best songs ever written. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy about my childhood. If you haven't heard it then go take a listen.

"Christmases were beautiful... and the sentiment of color mirrored ornaments."

When I was nine, one Christmas my parents surprised me by decorating my room with tiny multi colored Christmas lights. It made my room feel like magic. I can still vividly recall the way the little lights lit up my walls, highlighting my puppy and horse posters not to mention the BOP magazine pull out pages of JTT and the mix matched putt putt golf and games prizes I had carefully arranged on my nightstands and desk. I used the Christmas lights as a night light for the month of December and most of January, too. Finally, I asked my parents to take them down, not because I was tired of them, but simply because I didn't want to become accustomed to them. I still wanted them to feel just as magical when next December rolled around. Even though it is presently the month of July, I decided to try and recapture that magic feeling a few weeks ago. I was up at about 2 AM when I went to the garage to dig out some old Christmas lights. By 3AM I had them up and glowing their magical rainbow glow and it made me feel nice... just plain nice. There was something reassuring about it. It's crazy inside my head lately but when I sit on my bed, all made up and stacked high with pillows, I lean back and think to myself that there will come a day when I can feel as content and as safe as I once did as a nine year old at Christmas time with her room lovingly decorated by her parents with scores of rainbow Christmas lights.



Have You Forgotten
Red House Painters

I can't let you be
Because your beauty wont allow me
Wrapped in white sheets
Like and Angel from a bedtime story
Shut out what they say
Because your friends are fucked up anyway
and when they come around
Somehow they feel up and you feel down


When we were kids
We hared things our parents did
We listened low to Casey kasem's radio show
That's when friends were nice
To think of them just makes you feel nice
The smell of grass in spring
and October leaves cover everything

Have you forgotten how to love yourself?

I can't believe
All the good things that you do for me
Sit back in the chair
Like the princess from a far away place
Nobody's nice
When you're older your heart turns to ice
Shut out what they say
They're too dumb to mean it anyway

When we were kids
We hated things our sisters did
Backyard summer pools and Christmas were beautiful
and the sentiment of colored mirrored ornaments
and the open drapes look out on frozen farms house landscapes

Have you forgotten how to love yourself?