Christmas, Daily Planners & the Art of Growing Up

2006. Trinidad. It's December 25th, 7:30am. A quiet house sits nestled between the mountains. The sun rises over Petit Valley to welcome the Christmas morning. Three young children wake up with eager eyes and twitching hands. There are gifts to be unwrapped and surprises to be had. Their greatest hope, however, is that Santa was good to them this year, and upon looking beneath the sparkling tree, it's obvious that he has been. Before long, strips and bits of wrapping paper lay abandoned on the floor, and the excitement begins. And although they know the real reason for the season, you can't blame them for their misplaced enthusiasm - for that was just a taste of more gifts and surprises to come.

I am not freaking out

A letter from me to you

It’s Christmas eve eve,

and all through my brain,

all the thoughts were running,

trying to drive me insane.

I took to my laptop 

and let them spew.

because i refused to freak out

thats one thing i knew!