Our troubles will be miles away...

I feel as though the entire country's Christmas spirit was stolen from them by a Connecticut asshole with a complex. The day of the shooting, I had planned to work on my annual new Christmas song memorization. (how pathetic in comparison) Apparently I'm in a soulful mood preferring Have yourself a merry little Christmas to the happier Jingle bell types. I sat down, with my guitar just to sing the song. I was sobbing by the second line... These poor children, and their educators were stolen from their families, just outside of the holiday season. How many gifts were already purchased? How many plans for cookies for Santa? I feel like every time I sing a carol, I'm singing what they cannot and start crying by the end. Are these songs my prayers for them? When I do pray, I end up just imagining hugging all these little children.