Sing, Sing, Sing, Sing
This morning, I woke up and the first thing on my mind was christmas. I lay in bed for a good 15 minutes just thinking about it, and all the wonderful memories attached to it. And then, I remembered the way I used to feel when I believed in Santa Claus, before the magic of the season was lost to me under the rust of the years. And I smiled. It was the best feeling I had in a long time. And I'm still smiling.
I kinda wish Santa Claus was real again. I miss laying awake in my bed on christmas eve, trying to force myself to go to sleep, for fear that Santa wouldn't leave any presents if I didn't, but too excited to keep my eyes shut long enough to drift off. And then, finally getting to sleep, but waking up only 3 hours later at 5:30 in the morning and rushing down to the tree to see what was there.
I love the christmas season, even if a strange man isn't breaking into my house, eating my cookies, and leaving behind action figures wrapped in mesmerizing paper.
I kinda wish Santa Claus was real again. I miss laying awake in my bed on christmas eve, trying to force myself to go to sleep, for fear that Santa wouldn't leave any presents if I didn't, but too excited to keep my eyes shut long enough to drift off. And then, finally getting to sleep, but waking up only 3 hours later at 5:30 in the morning and rushing down to the tree to see what was there.
I love the christmas season, even if a strange man isn't breaking into my house, eating my cookies, and leaving behind action figures wrapped in mesmerizing paper.