[color=bdbdbd]When I was a kid it was Christmas. We did the whole thing. Wrote letters. Baked some cookies and put out some milk. The nights before were the longest of my life. I couldn't sleep and I was always first to wake up. I can still remember what it was like to rouse to the smell of pine and chilly morning air and stumble down stairs wrapped in my pajamas and blanket before everyone else. My parents (bless them) went out of the way to make sure that Santa was a real person. They had him "eating" the cookies and leaving his nasty finger prints all over our door knob (because our fire place was fake). He'd always leave the milk half empty (half full) and the cookies half eaten because he's probably had a couple billion by the time he got to us. They even went as far as building an [i]entire fucking playground[/i] in our backyard while we were out. Told my siblings and I that Santa had come back after he finished delivering to build that shit. There were sleigh tracks and hoof tracks in the mud in our back yard and big ass foot prints cause Santa thick af. I clearly remember one night as a child being pissed because they got to pet Santa's reindeer and didn't wake me up. (ugh... I just wanted to touch Rudolf's fucking nose!)

Then around my early teens my parents finally told me Santa wasn't real. I was the last person to get up Christmas morning... and I was also the asshole that broke the good news to my little brother and sister.

Now that I'm older, Christmas sucks because I have to buy all of Santa's gifts and stay up to wrap and hide that shit; eat half his cookies and drink half his milk.

National Pizza Day is my new favorite holiday. Tied with National Pancake Day. Mm mm.[hr]
[color=ffffff]Did you have nightmares as a child? What did you dream off and do you still have those same nightmares? (Speaking strictly of those experienced while unconscious.)[/color][/color]