waking up early on christmas morning, making your way through the darkness alone, feet on the cold floor, heart thumping with anticipation..
peeking at the many presents under the big glowing christmas tree, trying to find the parcels with your name on it, a mug of hot chocolate beside you..
wide eyes on the plate of half-eaten cookies, carrots and mince pies, the empty glass which was once filled, but now contains only traces of warm milk..
heart swelling, thinking santa had come.
the feeling?
amazing and magical..
..but wait, santa doesn't exist.
when there's nothing left to burn,
you have to set yourself on fire.
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