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Do you have a favorite Christmas or just one that stands out from the humdrum year after year? For most people the holidays are all about spending time with family, cooking, and giving gifts. For my 14th year during the holidays I spend that morning and much of that afternoon by myself and it turned out to be one of the best when I look back.

I remember waking up that day after a restless sleep. I always toss and turn when I'm too excited to sleep properly since my mind was racing for whats to come. It was morning and the house we lived in at the time was gorgeous. They told me I didn't appreciated it and well they weren't wrong.

We lived on a river and there was always a cool breeze, especially cool because it was Winter. The light flooded in from the full window looking out at the water. It sparkled just as beautifully as any snow would on Christmas. I was able to take in the sights without the normal holiday banter of corgialies.

The tree was one of those fake ones with the frost tipped branches and my mom had recklessness decorated it in a mix of blue, silver, and white bulbs that glittered and swayed in the breeze slightly. I opened everything under that tree in record time, tearing through the paper and throwing it aside.

The real treasure was the presents. I was obviously a very alternative child, wearing all black in the heat of Floridian weather 365 days out of the year. My mom understood and found it endearing, she gave me packets of glow in the dark art supplies and MCR memorabilia, and all kinds of morbid books and little craft kits.

By the time she was up and awake it was already warming up and I was deep into interior decorating and designing a chaotic bedroom with glow paints and stick on starry skies beaming at her.