THERE isn’t much that a boy like me can give to a baby girl like you.
So, you know, I wrote you a song.
It isn’t much. Very rough and still needs a lot of work. There are so many mistakes that I didn’t edit out anymore. I am hopeful that by next Christmas, when you can actually listen to “carols and other Yuletide tunes,” you will get to enjoy a more polished version of this.
In the meantime…