November 15, 2015
Seven days before my twelfth birthday.

Silent night.
Filled with my cries. (Holy night)
All is sad, (all is calm)
All is fright. (All is bright)
Let your darkness comfort me. (Round yon virgin, mother and child)
Let me dream peacefully. (Holy infant, tender and mild)
In deathly bliss... (Sleep in heavenly peace)
In deathly bliss. (Sleep in heavenly peace.)