The Christmas lights dance in my coffee cup as I type.

I keep it close so that I can see.

It brings back the magic of childhood Christmas Eve parties.

Opening my two or three presents from Grandparents and a cousin. Falling asleep in the back of the van during the fifteen minute long drive home from my grandparents' house. Waking up in my bed knowing the presents were under the tree, waiting for me.

And then I remember, I'm not a kid anymore.

I brewed coffee to stay awake for a long stressful night.

Take me back to my carefree childhood.


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