On my eleventh day of Christmas
…my soul continues to speak to me.

My child…
life matures into becoming full and free
…through listening to… and believing in
“Me”
On my eleventh day of Christmas
…my soul continues to speak to me.

My child…
life matures into becoming full and free
…through listening to… and believing in
“Me”
On my tenth day of Christmas
…my world gave to me:

Great Lakes… casting beautiful winter scenery in front of me.
On my ninth day of Christmas
…my world reminded me:
of all simple…precious…thankful…things.