christmas.

(with the exception of my birthday, of course) christmas is probably definitely the best day of the year.

here's the deal.
i will shamelessly admit:
i probably love presents more than anything. ever.

hi, my name is kailey, and i'm a present-aholic.

the first step to recovery is admitting you have a problem, right?

...who am i kidding? i don't want to recover.

anyway.

i have some christmas confessions to get off my chest.
here goes nothing-

confession # 1:
i still can't fall asleep for the life of me on christmas eve.
[pre-present adrenaline.] [duh]

confession # 2:
i really want to believe in santa.
like, so bad.
seriously. hear me out:

one time, i went to the mall with my daddy.

we saw a mall santa there. 

he had a real beard and everything.

and my dad said to him: "if you're really santa, what's my middle name?" 

and mall santa said: "that's easy! it's claude!"

you guys. my dad's middle name is claude.

i can logically accept that: santa is impossible. creepy, even. (seriously, a grown man sneaking into peoples houses and watching you always?)

but guys. i can't just ignore mall santas unexplainable knowledge. 

either:

1- creepy santa look alike is stalking my dad,

or

2- santa is real.

just. saying.

confession # 3:
i still sneak upstairs multiple times on christmas eve to check out my presents.
honestly: there's nothing better than seeing a bunch of presents under a lit up christmas tree at unspeakable times of the night....morning.

confession #4:
i'm probably the reason my family opens presents so early. (6 am isn't that early, right?)

confession # 5:
i strongly believe that christmas should happen much more frequently.

confession # 6:
i like presents better when they come with big, red bows. 
fo' real, yo.
it could be the tiniest, lamest gift in the history of ever, but if it has a big red bow on it?
you've basically just proven yourself as a life long friend. a real keeper. a solid, respectable human being, in kaileys mind. 

confession # 7:
my mom and i are so freakishly alike, we unknowingly bought each other the same christmas eve pajamas. 
i was so proud of us. 
word to my mother.  

today was indubitably my best christmas yet.
here's a picture to sum it up: 

[i got some so. many. presents, ate some so. much. food. my brother got moccasins (and i couldn't be more proud!), i read almost a whole book (still a work in progress), took a nap, ate some christmas cookies (that i'd decorated with one direction names of course.), watched some tv con mi familia...]

i. love. christmas.

and i really hope you love christmas too.

hopefully someone spoiled you.

i was certainly spoiled.  

merry christmas to all, and to all a good night. 

...and may all your christmases be white.