There is something about Christmas that makes me feel like a kid again.
On the first morning of December, I woke up feeling giddy and kiddy with just the thought of 24 more days before Christmas. I got up, fixed my bed and even greeted the morning sun (which is really unusual for me). I went down to see the Christmas decors my mom and I put up on the last week of November. I feel so weird for having to dance like a retard on the Christmas music while still admiring the decors on the ceiling, the Santa socks on the room doors and the big "Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year" with a comical photo of Santa Claus plastered on our main door. It's really the season to be jolly.
