When I was a kid
There wasn’t a thing I wouldn’t do
To make it Christmas as soon as possible
Although I knew Santy Claus wasn’t real
I still enjoyed the surprises and presents
that I knew my parents had bought for me
The magic
Was not
Real magic, as that doesn’t exist
And yet,
It was still really magical
I wish
That I could stay in that same state of mind
No doubt
Those were the best memories
Childhood
Is a blessing
That most of us get to experience
No doubt
Mine wasn’t perfect
But there isn’t anything that can take
those memories away from me
those memories away from me
I can only hope
That Heaven
Is reliving those days over and over again
About the Author
I have loved writing as long as I can remember. I had an extreme desire to write in elementary school. Writing exams were the best, and it was my FAVORITE thing to do. I remember writing in 4th grade a creative story for class on something called an "AlphaSmart", and from then on out, I ALWAYS wanted my own laptop so that I could always write whenever I wanted to. Just the mere act of typing excites me: I don't care what I say, the feeling of those little buttons clicking is satisfying to me, as is typing very fast. I don't care what I say. However, thankfully, I also have things to say so I put them down either on notebook paper or the magic of the computer. I'm trying to make a lot of money so that I can become a full-time writer (meaning that I can make a lot of money from my stories and then take long breaks whenever I want to without having to wake up for work). I write fiction when I think I have a good story down.
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