I wanna get dressed in my holiday jammies, demand to stay up to catch Santa, and only to pass out early on the couch.
I wanna wake up in my room, confused how I got here, then excited that it's Christmas morning.
I wanna sit cross-legged on the floor, tearing open my gifts with unencumbered delight.
I wanna feel a finger, pull back the waist band of my diaper, and be upset, not that I'm embarrassed to be checked, but that a change means pausing our fun.
I wanna gorge myself on candy and sweets and no care for how they make me feel or how messy I'll get.
I wanna fall asleep in your arms, snuggled into you as we watch Christmas movies, and the excitement of the day wears off.
I wanna be tucked into bed, exhausted, but excited by the potential that comes with a new year on the horizon.
I wanna feel that joy that comes from being small, carefree, and full of wonder during the holidays.















