dear john,
i was just thinking about christmas.
i was thinking about the kids that are waiting for santa to deliver the presents overnight.
and the kids that squint into the night sky and convince themselves they can see santa's sleigh in the distance, but really it's just an airplane with some businessmen with broken families and no happy christmas.
and the kids that swear they're going to stay up all night long to see santa, like they do in the books. and the kids that see their parents put the presents under the tree.
and the kids that find out it's all a lie.
and i was thinking about the people that party all night on christmas eve and spend christmas day with their head down the toilet.
and the people who spend boxing day with their head down the toilet.
and the people who spend every day with their head down the toilet.
and i was thinking about the people who won't be celebrating christmas this year, because it won't be the same since their loved one passed.
and i was thinking about the people who had no family to go to.
and i was thinking about the people who dread seeing the families.
and i just thought what a waste.
love, me.
a/n: idk why, but i thought woowoo might want to read this one.
