Christmas eve.
Christmas used to be such a magical time when I was a little kid, which leaves me wondering what happened. Or what is still happening. Christmas night I could barely fall asleep, I was so anxious. And now? Now I'll fall asleep when I fall asleep. I'll open presents tomorrow morning, eat a christmas breakfast. Probably watch A Christmas Story all twenty-four hours it'll be on tomorrow. Where'd all the magic go?
There's still some left. If any of you have ever seen Dogma, it's like that one part in the beginning when they're talking about glasses. When you're little it doesn't take much to fill your glass, but as you get older and older it takes more and more to fill. What you had when you were a kid just doesn't cut it anymore. Christmas still makes me happy, it's always nice to spend time with people you love. I don't remember the last time I saw all my cousins together, in the same room.
The only thing about christmastime that bothers me is hearing that "Feliz Navidad" song eighty million times a day on the radio.
And let it be known that I hate raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens. With a heated passion.