Xmas in LA is so plastic just like Heaven

It’s Christmas in America again & yet it is the first one I’ve ever experienced. You see I have a child of my own whose eyes I use to find that elusive holiday Muse. I try & see the world from his view. I do believe in Santa again. I believe in magic of love. In the magic of giving. Givers never take & Takers never give. I’m a Giver. Always have been. & Though evil resides in my skin, I grin with the knowledge that I too can achieve redemption. I am “savable” in GOD’S eye. & Try as I may not, I do manage to cry somewhat when I view the beauty of my child. It’s been awhile since I walked that mile in my own skin. Since I smiled. Since I crawled out from under the pile of guilt I’ve been buried beneath. I should wear my shame like a Christmas Wreath tied around my neck. I ask though with what do I deck my halls with? MERRY CHRISTMAS

RAZ IN L.A.