I never believed in Santa anyways
The snow always falls longer than it should in Michigan,
But this was the year time started moving faster,
It was Christmas Eve again,
My Grandpa hid his candy canes around the house, my sister always got mad because while colleting them I'd always pass her.
But this was the year I didn't even get to pass my sister,
I was helping clean up the kitchen and I thought they wouldn't start, that someone wouls say, "Where's my sister, we're missing her,"
But no one did.
I continued cleaning and they continued chasing and as the time passed I stopped contemplating.
I knew my time was up, that at this point I was old enough and when I opened my eyes finally,
The world seemed to agree.
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