My Toes Are NUMB

In the hours of cold, the hours of waiting, the peace and the calm, the inviting spirit. An amazing experience. None other could match. No mourning, no pain. Simply joy and celebration. Entertaining conversations and a pink scarf to match. Leave us with memories. A decades worth. And then some. Mexicans and Jesus. Horchata and orange soda. What kid could eat that? What adult for that matter? I am sorry we are late. Its not all my fault. Five hours later. Six and then seven. Sleep with an electric blanket. It all becomes worth it. Thanks for the memories, thanks for the light, the life, and the joy. And we are left to say....Good times....Good times