When I see the tree with fake presents…
There is nothing quite so enchanting as when you come back to school and you see all the Christmas trees around campus and the presents that are under them and you wonder what could those possibly be? Obviously they are just leftover boxes wrapped in Santa and Snowmen paper but you ever wish they were more? I dream of going up to one of those decorative giants and grabbing and dashing away with one of those boxes and then carrying it around with me the rest of the day, of course my dreams would be burst if I was caught, or sent to the health center. But if not caught I would walk around with one arm slung around my joy and my other arm supporting my backpack and grin from ear to ear because I am pretending that I have a gift that I can share with the world. I would be the happiest person in the world if someone would ask me, “what is that?” “who is that from?” and I could reply, “oh this? It’s a present from someone that loves me?” even if filled with air how would they know, it could be love filled air!
