I Remember Christmas Day Around this time of year; December. I often miss the little girl who'd wake up at 5 in the morning. Quietly tip-toeing towards the living area. Trying to see if Santa has came yet. Checking the plate with half eaten cookies, and an empty glass of milk. A bright smile appears on her little face, checking the Christmas Tree, with tons and tons of different coloured boxes, with different shapes. Excitedly running towards her parents room, yelling at the top of her lungs, " It's Christmas! " , waking up everyone in the area she lived in. Racing with her siblings towards the living, whilst her parents are getting coffee, and taking photos. In her little imagination, Christmas lasted hours, so many hours. But these days, Christmas wasn't the same. There was so Santa. Barely a gifts. No tree. No red, or green lights. No cookies, and no milk. Just a sad, delicate, girl. A sad frown, so sad that when you look in her eyes. There's nothing but darkness, cruel, cold. You can see right through her, and then. . . She fell.