Maybe this Christmas

My Christmas starts tomorrow and doesn't end until January 10th. Lucky? Yes. How come? I get to go home tomorrow. Not only do I get to go home tomorrow, but I also get to go home with my Chicken, whom I love. Love, being the smallest of words with the most meaning in the whole of the world. I am lucky. I also love my mom, and she will be there, too. I love my life.
I'll be flying back home for six days. Once I get back, there is New Year's to look forward to (in which I also spent with my Chicken last year, and it turned out to be something that you would watch in a movie, or maybe the first season New Year's episode from the OC), and then I leave for Mexico. December 22nd-January 10th would be my Christmas. And it makes me swell up inside. Not the bloated swelling up (thank goodness, uh-huh), but the kind of swelling that squishes all of your insides together, including your heart, which ultimately makes you want to gush or throw up tears of happiness -- but you don't. Clinically diagnosed as the one of the Bliss Factors. -- Seriously, I looked it up.
Sadly, I'll be leaving my second family, which includes my two adopted sisters (which being a girl growing up, I always wanted -- I'm sure you can relate) and Chicken's Momma and Daddy-Bear. I've grown attatched. Also, the McPuppies whom are all sleeping at my feet at this very moment. Although they pretend to be homeless doggers living on the streets, whom are starving and proceed to beg at the dinner table nightly, I'll also be missing them. Especially McPretty.
If that is the least of my worries, I sure am a blessed young lady.
See you at home!
I'm going to have a merry little Christmas.
Love, Snowflake Sally
xo