I just set the alarm to wake up for school tomorrow. WHAT?! How can break be over? I need more naps , cereal for dinner and books about fictional people. I need sweatpants and a cat in my lap! I’m inspired to write bad poetry!
I have wrung the late mornings and Chex Mix from thee
I have drunk thy nog and egged on thy reindeer games
You have restored my inner font of life’s ambrosia
You have shown me love but thine has fled into the new year and left me sad!