One thing I wish I could bottle up, Childhood Narcolepsy.
That is the inevitable sleep youngsters experience when trying to wait up for Santa.
It's like no matter what you did: sleep late the day before, take a nap during the day, drink coffee, pop No-Doze, do a few lines, throw a rave in your house or tape your eyes open...at some point we always fell asleep.
Once we awoke on Christmas Day, the only thing helping us get over the disappointment of having fallen asleep, was all the presents in our greedy little palms.
I think the Christmas you decide to stop waiting up for Santa, is the your first Christmas on the downward slope to eventual cynicism.
And that just sucks.
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