In The Interest of Keeping The Promise I Made to Myself

I am tired. I am weary. I could sleep for a thousand years. A thousand dreams that would awake me - all different colours made of tears.

But enough of that. Here's a depressing assed Christmas song, since I made a promise to myself about Advent and posting every day this month.

Had my child decided to take a nap today, I had something compelling for you. Maybe tomorrow.