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I know exactly what I want.
I want it to be Christmastime somewhere up north where snow is heavy on the ground. I want to chop my own Christmas tree, and I want there to be a thousand different types of lights twinkling differently with all of my ornaments that I've been collecting on it. I want to be filled with the scent of pine mingling with that of freshly baked cookies that look awful but taste delicious. I want carols to be playing, and I want to feel excited as I wrap presents. I want to be wide-eyed, to feel warm and young and excited. I want to be that girl who I used to be, the girl I think is lost somewhere.
I want it to be Christmastime somewhere up north where snow is heavy on the ground. I want to chop my own Christmas tree, and I want there to be a thousand different types of lights twinkling differently with all of my ornaments that I've been collecting on it. I want to be filled with the scent of pine mingling with that of freshly baked cookies that look awful but taste delicious. I want carols to be playing, and I want to feel excited as I wrap presents. I want to be wide-eyed, to feel warm and young and excited. I want to be that girl who I used to be, the girl I think is lost somewhere.