Is it weird,
That even as a to-be-teenager,
I still feel like a young child around Christmas?

Christmas Eve:
Butterflies are fluttering in my stomach
And it takes me about 2 hours to finally get to sleep
And then I wake up just to take another 2 hours
To fall asleep again

Christmas Morning:
I wake up
Early.
Like, really early
Around 6:20
And my heart is beating so fast,
That I have to slow my breathing to get it back to normal.
I want to wait, give everyone else some time to sleep in
But I can't take the anticipation any longer

I rush downstairs
To feast my eyes on the wondrous sight
Of presents wrapped under a fake pine tree, covered in lights
I have to wait, of course
For my brothers to wake up
So as I wait
Fighting off the urge to unwrap my presents
I look at the ones that said to be mine
And I examine them closely
So that maybe,
Just maybe
I could figure out what they might be.

Finally,
The time has come
And we all run to our presents
Starting to rip off the beautiful wrapping paper
To reveal our Christmas gifts

So, tell me, dear friends
Is it weird?
That I still feel the infamous Christmas Anticipation,
Even as a to-be-teen?