Christmas...

I'm sorry if my last post was less than satisfactory. My stubbornness won over my common sense as usual! My sister says I've lost my touch! And god, did that hurt! Writing is practically the only thing I'm good at and if I'm not good at it anymore, I'm practically useless. So.. what do I write about to prove her wrong? That's a tough one! Hmm.. let me think! Oh I know! Christmas is coming! I love Christmas time! Although I've never seen snow, I've always imagined it and it seems so beautiful but Mamma says that snow is terribly cold and I will hate it once I experience it. Nonetheless, I've always wanted to make a snowman, have a snowball fight, light up the fireplace when inside and eat chocolate chip cookies all the while looking at a beautifully decorated christmas tree! Another thing I love is the decorations! They are so amazing- doves, holly, bells, cotton that's made to look like snow and the lights! But I think a Christmas tree is incomplete without presents. I figured out Santa Claus wasn't real a long time ago but I just love the thought that Santa comes down the chimney, eats the milk and cookies left for him and leaves us all the presents that we asked for in our letter to him. My sister and I still write a letter to Santa Claus every single year and then give it to our mother. Although it seems childish, Christmas is like a second birthday to me. You get up in the morning, go downstairs and see presents lying under the tree and for a moment, if only for a moment, you believe that Santa Claus is real and he has left those presents, you feel wonderful. All this talk about Christmas reminds me I have to write my letter to Santa Claus! Bye!