I wish that Christmas still felt the way it did when I was a child.
I miss not being able to sleep the night before because of excitement.
I miss the feelings, the love, the atmosphere.
I miss the feeling of joy and happiness all over me.
I miss the feeling I had on the morning after - looking if my gifts are still here and checking in to see, that it all was real and not just a wonderful dream.
I miss the honest laughter, excitement, and joy.
Now I am sitting here after I laid on the bathroom floor crying because everything somehow changed. I'm looking back on all the past Christmases and ask myself when did it all change? When did I stop feeling the magic behind that day?
I wish that Christmas still felt the way it did when I was a child.
