|Current mood:|| sleepy|
deck the halls
i was thinking about christmas today. i guess its kind of cliche, but christmas is the best holiday of the year. i'm not one for snow, its too cold if you ask me, but its beautiful at christmas time and its disappointing when theres no white christmas. third grade was the best time of my life. carefree and fun, everything was cheerful. and remember christmases when you were young?? i would always go to bed early christmas eve so christmas would hurry up and get there (even though now that i'm older, i realize the buildup is just as much fun) not realizing that i'd wake up too early for it to be light out. so i'd lay there for hours tossing and turning, hearing imaginary sounds that the only way i could possibly explain was santa. around 4am, i'd wake up and never fall back asleep. i'd wait there, my mind wandering through the joys of christmas and what seemed like forever was only five minutes. so i'd roll back over and wait. i always thought i'd wait until it was light, but sometime around 530am, i'd jump out of bed and wake my father. i'd drag him into the living room where presents would be mounded atop the couch and spread across the floor, overflowing out from underneath the tree. have you ever noticed how many presents you get when your young? not until your older and the presents have whittled away do you really appreciate it. santa's getting cheap. i distinctly remember this year that santa only got me one present. my father got me several. but even when i was younger and santa's presents were abundant (that is, when he wasn't being cheap), my father always seemed to buy me more. i think my daddy wants to outdo santa. that's right, leave it to my father to feel it neccessary to outdo his alter ego.