Waiting for the time

Its Christmas, everyone's out having fun. The decoration on the streets, tiny LED bulbs that lit up the night. Love and laughter that comes with it, everyone has someone tightly in their arms tonight. Yet, i sit here wondering, what are you doing this Christmas? Where are you? I told Santa this year that i want you as my present, he just smiled. Your faraway, i know. But every time i look up to the sky, no matter the distance; somehow i feel a little closer to you. Its the same sky, same sun, same moon and stars that we are looking at ain't it?

Its been a few years now, i told myself not to count anymore. I miss you.

Merry Christmas, where ever you are... you are still here in my heart.

Santa's on his way...

Hear the reindeer bells, Santa's getting ready. Socks hanging by the fireplace, what do you want from Santa this year? Everybody's getting ready for the occasion. The golden brown turkey, coleslaw, mash potato. Children screaming over presents and toys, the spirit of Christmas. A time where the close ones gathers if not new bonds are made. I wonder, where will i be this coming Christmas?

The things i need to do.

My body is starting to reject the nicotine im injecting myself with. My lungs feels heavy, i can't breathe properly; i feel dizzy. Perhaps for once i may just be serious about quitting cigarettes.
A few weeks went by now, the elections over. Suffice to say, i won. Im the president now. The path i chose venture; long and hard. Deception would be the key to many things as of such.

I need to get my 2011 to do list done.