Ok, so I love Christmas. I love the presents, I love the lights, I love the trees, the ornaments, the music, I love my family, I love the no school, I love EVERYTHING about it.
But it used to be better.
I still find a huge amount of joy in Christmas every year, its my favorite holiday. But i miss… the magic?
Like, I loved believing that Santa was real. It was just such a wonderful fantasy, that there was some magical and wonderful man who brought us presents. I miss trying to set up a video camera, or stay up, or sleep in the living room to try to get a glimpse of Santa. I miss getting up at 6:30 AM and waking up my parents and getting the presents…
But why am I complaining? I still love Christmas. Basically everything else is the same, and it makes me so happy when this day comes around.
I just miss that spark.
