bhamwildcar
Active Member
I can remember one morning when I was a child waking up and walking to the bathroom, as young boys need to at five A.M., and noticing a mountain of presents. It was so huge you could barely see the tree. Me and my sister were undoubtedly happy, and ever since then it's been downhill. That was the biggest Christmas I've ever seen, and sometimes I wonder how it even came to be considering how poor my family always has been. But now, every time I see that Wal-Mart commercial with the kids waking up their parents to go open the presents, I cry. I cry anytime I see something like that. It's mostly because I miss that one Christmas, but sometimes I wonder if I'll ever see it again, should I ever be lucky enough to have children. This is one thing I find harder to ignore every day, harder to just not give a rats rear about, because it's everywhere.
Somebody just shoot me already.
Somebody just shoot me already.