Dear Santa
Dear Santa,
I've been thinking alot about what I wanted for Christmas, and I think the best thing is a time machine. So I can recap the last few years of my life.
When Holidays were actually authentic and real.
When I would wake up happy to be going to school.When nap time was a requirement.
When I was able to make the best hand made arts and crafts.
When it didn't matter who you were, where you came from, what you dress like, or who you hang out with; as long as you owned a Barbie or Hot Wheels, you were in.
When best friends only fought over who got to be the cop and robber.
When 90's television was the most amazing thing.
When MTV played real music, instead of fake reality shows and slutty girls, and girls who were pregnant.
When Justin Bieber didn't exist.
When we played in the park playgrounds like it was the last time we'd ever get to play there.
When you whispered a secret in my ear, I'd do the same, then we'd both giggle.
The secret was you stole cookies from the cookie jar.
When we didn't know what drugs or sex meant.
When handball and tetherball was the big thing at recess.
When we still had recess.
When the only time you were hurt is when you skinned your knee.
Give me a time machine to go back to the golden days and forget the troubles we had in our journey. But also give me a time machine to remember all the good times that I've had and the struggles that made who I am today. That I have more good times to look back on in the future.
And 20 years from now, I'll be writing the same letter all over again...
I've been thinking alot about what I wanted for Christmas, and I think the best thing is a time machine. So I can recap the last few years of my life.
When Holidays were actually authentic and real.
When I would wake up happy to be going to school.When nap time was a requirement.
When I was able to make the best hand made arts and crafts.
When it didn't matter who you were, where you came from, what you dress like, or who you hang out with; as long as you owned a Barbie or Hot Wheels, you were in.
When best friends only fought over who got to be the cop and robber.
When 90's television was the most amazing thing.
When MTV played real music, instead of fake reality shows and slutty girls, and girls who were pregnant.
When Justin Bieber didn't exist.
When we played in the park playgrounds like it was the last time we'd ever get to play there.
When you whispered a secret in my ear, I'd do the same, then we'd both giggle.
The secret was you stole cookies from the cookie jar.
When we didn't know what drugs or sex meant.
When handball and tetherball was the big thing at recess.
When we still had recess.
When the only time you were hurt is when you skinned your knee.
Give me a time machine to go back to the golden days and forget the troubles we had in our journey. But also give me a time machine to remember all the good times that I've had and the struggles that made who I am today. That I have more good times to look back on in the future.
And 20 years from now, I'll be writing the same letter all over again...