Memories of a Lost Childhood... Oh, Come, All Ye Faithful

This bought so many memories back to me... what I use to think about Christmas... as an innocent girl growing up... in the catholic church orphanages... I looked on at Christmas time... with peace and faith in my heart... the abuse and rape... were left outside the church... as I was alone.... with the child Jesus... whom I called my little brother... the smell of the Christmas lilies... in the church would blind my senses... and everything else was blocked out...

http://annfreespiritjusticeforabusedchildren.blogspot.co.nz/p/blog-page_60.html