Dear December,
It's Christmas but it doesn't really feel like it. I'm too young to feel this old, but what I know is that the day after Christmas is immensely more sad than the days before it. Holidays don't feel like holidays this year. Except for Halloween. I live for Halloween. And maybe the Fourth of July. Nothing more patriotic than setting off fireworks at two a.m. and kicking back to enjoy the (un)contained fire.
I like giving presents. It's the best feeling seeing surprise on someone's face when they open a good gift. I'm broke now, but it's worth it when I find something I know my family would love. I mean, it's nice getting gifts, too. One can never have enough books and cat shirts.
It's Christmas? Who knows. I've been looking at pretty fanart all day and time does this funny thing when I'm bowed over a laptop screen and the mouse is just an extension of my hand. It's sunny and windy and I don't remember the last time Christmas had Christmas weather. It never snows here anyway.
Happy holidays, December.
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dear december
Non-FictionContinued from last month's Dear November letters. A little less angsty, a little more poetic. Originally done on Polyvore, by @writingtips' and @smileylina 's suggestion, who got the idea from Youtuber Carrie Fletcher's series 'Letters to Autumn'.
