And everything was meant to go as planned
But it wont
This year it was decided I was too old
That all presents would go under the tree
I was too old for a Santa sack
Something I have had since I was born
And now its gone
Packed away, left presentless
And its not fair
He was 21 and still had his Santa sack
He wasn't to old
I'm only 15...and I am
I don't understand why things have to change
Your over caring
Well fuck you then
Because I'm not
I'm so happy you have a guy in your life
He makes you happy, which makes me happy
And over the time he has become part of the family
But it doesn't mean Christmas has to change
I put up with lots of things changing
Changing to the way he likes it
But not this. not Christmas
I am so scared of growing up
Its not something i ever want to do
I don't want to get old
I don't want to be told o grow up
So taking away the thing i love about Christmas
Because I'm too old for it
Is a painful way of telling me to grow up
So get used to how I am
Because I ain't fucking growing up
Author notes
meh kinda lost the point there but thats how anger goes.
