Winter

All I Want for natal is You
Mariah Carey

I don't want a lot for Christmas
There is just one thing I need
I don't care about the presents
Underneath the natal tree
I just want anda for my own
More than anda could ever know
Make my wish come true
All I want for natal is you

I don't want a lot for Christmas
There is just one thing I need
And I don't care about the presents
Underneath the natal tree

I don't need to hang my stocking
There upon the fireplace
Santa Claus won't make me happy
With a toy on natal day

I just want anda for my own
More than anda could ever know
Make my wish come true
All I want...

So Christmas, to me, is a very strange thing. In past years, the excitement has dimmed, the spirit-- though still present-- has become repetitive, and the gifts-- both giving and receiving-- receive lebih and lebih disappointed reactions. Basically, it has been slowly, but steadily losing its flavor. And while, a few years ago, I watched Taylor Momsen sing away in the new Grinch movie and wondered the same thing she did, my ending wasn't as cathartic as hers.

Eventually, though, I came to accept that natal just wasn't like it was for me ten years ago. When my brother would sneak into my room...