When you are little Christmas is the most magical time of the year. You wait impatiently for Christmas Eve and hope you were good enough to get presents from Santa and your parents rather than coal or empty boxes. The holiday excitement exudes all around you while the snow is falling and snowmen are made.
Then the years go by and you change from wishing for a doll, to most likely asking for cash and rolling your eyes at waking up before 11am. God I wish I could be a teenager again and sleep in like that. So the holiday looses a little sparkle as a teenager but let’s be honest most things do in our teen angst, I know everything, life is so hard emotionally days. I think I was more concerned with hanging with my friends then my family around the holidays. Shame on me of course but then it starts to change.