tis the season...
Christmas is my favourite time of year. That pretty much goes without saying. I love the season, I love being with my family, I love the food, I just love the whole Christmas feeling (minus the chaotic-material-driven side of it...I choose to ignore that part).
But there's a part of it that makes me kind of sad. I see little kids talk about Santa Claus and being excited to go to bed and wake up the next morning, or hoping that this year they'll finally see him...and I can't help feel a little pang in my heart. I can't help but wish that I were little again and that I still believed in Santa Claus and all the magic and excitement and anticipation behind it.
I guess I just want to be a little kid again...