Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas

Have yourself a merry little Christmas,
Let your heart be light
From now on,
our troubles will be out of sight

Have yourself a merry little Christmas,
Make the Yule-tide gay,
From now on,
our troubles will be miles away.

Here we are as in olden days,
Happy golden days of yore.
Faithful friends who are dear to us
Gather near to us once more.

Through the years
We all will be together,
If the Fates allow
Hang a shining star upon the highest bough.
And have yourself A merry little Christmas now.

Sakura's never liked Christmas as much as the other kids. She never teased or got mad at children for liking the holiday, but always knew it wasn't her place. No, it's not a story of abuse, and no it's not a story about spirtitual wanderers making her get in the spirit like some creppy old, regretful man. It's a story of hope, and possibly fear. It's a tale of love, that may never come true otherwise.

It's her story now.

[Note: these are mostly dreams, although some events did indeed occur.]

Happy Holidays <3

~Love
Sakura