thunderhawk1989

It's Christmas, the holidays, and while my Dad's at work, my Mother's taking a bath and my Sister is en route to come by and visit for the traditional holiday meal of Turkey, Dressing, Macaroni Pie, Cranberry Sauce, 2 different kinds of cakes, cookies and all other sorts of fattening foods I'm sitting in my room, in a largely empty house thinking about all sorts of random things about both me and my past. I started off having a conversation with my mother about the holidays, and the Christmas present she got me. It was a small item, a key for Santa to make it into the house. It came in a box with a sweet poem written explaining it's use and m