Oh my god, Jaskier, no one eats the reindeer, they pull Santa's sleigh through the sky so he can deliver presents. Look that part is...weird.
[Says the woman who just shared a song about the very unlikely circumstances of Jesus' birth. But the Santa stuff, that gets really bizarre when you examine it deeply.
But it's easier to comment on that right now than anything else. Memories are coming to her, of Christmas Mass and the smell of incense and candles. The songs in Latin, the ancient hymns... She shakes her head, looking away. There's a light prickling in the corner of her eyes and an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach.]
I told you, I was raised in religion. Literally, for half of my childhood I was raised by nuns - women devoted to God and a religious life. We don't have temples, we have churches. Like the one in the middle of town, that white building with the steeple. But it's about the birth of Christ, and how He loves everyone who opens their heart to Him, no matter if they're rich or poor or how they've lived their life, you don't even need churches or priests, just...love in your heart for God. And God would protect and save you. And that was beautiful and important to me, when I was little.
[Now...well, she can't imagine God loves her anymore. There are some things that a person just can't come back from, she knows that. And it hadn't been God that saved her, when she was young. It has been the other.]
But it was actually written as a poem, originally, by just a woman who loved God. She wasn't a nun or anything, but her faith moved her to write something beautiful.
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[Says the woman who just shared a song about the very unlikely circumstances of Jesus' birth. But the Santa stuff, that gets really bizarre when you examine it deeply.
But it's easier to comment on that right now than anything else. Memories are coming to her, of Christmas Mass and the smell of incense and candles. The songs in Latin, the ancient hymns... She shakes her head, looking away. There's a light prickling in the corner of her eyes and an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach.]
I told you, I was raised in religion. Literally, for half of my childhood I was raised by nuns - women devoted to God and a religious life. We don't have temples, we have churches. Like the one in the middle of town, that white building with the steeple. But it's about the birth of Christ, and how He loves everyone who opens their heart to Him, no matter if they're rich or poor or how they've lived their life, you don't even need churches or priests, just...love in your heart for God. And God would protect and save you. And that was beautiful and important to me, when I was little.
[Now...well, she can't imagine God loves her anymore. There are some things that a person just can't come back from, she knows that. And it hadn't been God that saved her, when she was young. It has been the other.]
But it was actually written as a poem, originally, by just a woman who loved God. She wasn't a nun or anything, but her faith moved her to write something beautiful.