May all your Christmasses be white.
I'm a pretty high-spirited guy. Lots of me in a Santa hat, running around the hospital in body armor and a weapon, crooning out Holiday songs.
But when it comes down to it, I really wish I was home for the Holidays. It's not the same. You really remember on the holidays. I know people remember me, and think of me this morning when they awake in the states ... and that's really warming.
But I wish I was there so they wouldn't have to.
I'm not even allowed to drink myself into a hole and not crawl out, legally. Right now, I really, really want to. (Probably good I can't.)
Welp, hey, tough shit, right? It's WAR. (ha.)
But when it comes down to it, I really wish I was home for the Holidays. It's not the same. You really remember on the holidays. I know people remember me, and think of me this morning when they awake in the states ... and that's really warming.
But I wish I was there so they wouldn't have to.
I'm not even allowed to drink myself into a hole and not crawl out, legally. Right now, I really, really want to. (Probably good I can't.)
Welp, hey, tough shit, right? It's WAR. (ha.)