The Eve On The Eve Of Christmas (Take Your Pick)

I wake up to the sun shinning in my face, so damn bright for December twenty third.
I stagger out of bed at four o'clock, wanting to sleep for 88 more hours,
so damn tired for four o'clock. Usually in the morning time, my thoughts race
i am more active with ideas then i am at 12 am,
oddly enough. I dont feel like walking any where so i find the nearest chair,
i got to fucking sit, way to tired for this shit.
Its four o'clock and i am ready to crash again.
Did i mention its the eve of Christmas eve? No, i probably didn't.
Usually on Christmas eve, miracles happen, i guess if you want them to.
To be honest, i cant wait to spend Christmas with my future wife,
i mean, it will be damn cute.
Anyways.
I need to wake up, something to wake me up.
You know the moment before you kiss someone, your body gets tingly?
maybe cause your nervous or anxious, well thats how i felt right then,
for some reason, as i signed on to my account.
So, im tingling, its the eve of Christmas eve and i cant keep my eyes open.
For some reason, i feel like something good is gonna happen,
in the next few days, something really good,
but something bad usually transpires instead.
I am cold and i am searching to be warm, home alone, and hungry.
This year has been horrible on me, but iv learned some new things,
I am mentally tough as shit, and to sum it all up, you couldn't break me.
So I'm glad this year was horrible, it made me become who i am today.
In seven days i expect a change.
Today seems too long, and then my heart begins to pound
and beat, and scream from the depths of my body.
I think thats a sign my miracle is gonna happen,
or perhaps the person i am speaking to makes me feel this way.
The hours are counting down, and it feels so fucking slow,
as i am still restless and waiting,
in which im not sure what im waiting for, but i am restless.
The eve of Christmas eve, never felt so festive.
I am in love.