This is Christmas. Drowning in your small hometown, that’s so far away from the ocean but somehow it manages to be washed up. In this place that used to hold your baby fists and kissed your forehead when eager eyes grew sleepy. Between arms of friends, whose love limit is infinity and the one you used to love, who didn’t feel like staying anymore. I slit my heart into fractions and gave it to all my friends this year. The year is almost over…but there’s so much time left for fun. This is Christmas.