worth fighting for

Frodo: I can't do this, Sam.
Sam: I know. It's all wrong. By rights we shouldn't even be here. But we are. It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn't. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something.
Frodo: What are we holding onto, Sam?
Sam: That there's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo... and it's worth fighting for.

Christmas Partying

Last night I went with my mom to a Foster Care Christmas party, where the families, kids, and prospective foster parents get together and meet one another with some yummy food. This hall they rented out was so beautifully decorated with lights and trees, and they had activities for the kids. I have never seen more adorable kids in all my life; I wanted to hug them and squeeze them to death. And when Santa made a surprise visit and the kids started screaming and jumping up and down and running up to him to hug him, I almost cried it was S'DARN CUTE!!!! I love Christmas, even though this year it just doesn't feel like it's that time of year. Next week when we go to Victorian Christmas in Nevada City maybe it will get me into the spirit.

Tonight I'm flying out to Long Beach to meet up with red Rachel for her birthday, we're (most likely) going to San Diego on Friday. Definitely, nothing screams Christmas like Southern California!