"Noel..." The ghosts of the never-were are pausing within me - peeking and whispering "hello's" while the scented candles burn on. Tinsel glistening, sparkling - lying, with vacant shimmering fractured smiles beckoning... me to the emptiness. "Si - i - lent Ni i ight, Ho ol ly Ni i ight..." I wished so hard upon every star - every last one... but we all know what wishes are... more of life un-done. Chris |