By Jenna (poetic_angel@gurlmail.com) Date: 25 December 1998
7:30am, awoken with the sudden realization that: It's Christmas Morning! I dash to the living room, Tons of presents, with my name on them. But, None of them big enough to hold you inside. I return to my room and go back to sleep so I can dream of you being here with me. And my presents remain unopened, under the Christmas tree.