Year after year I'd find myself laying there, eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling, begging for sleep to come. But sleep was elusive, like a friend who refused to be found. The more I wanted it, the harder it was to find. So each year, on this particular night, I'd experience the simultaneous feelings of excitement and frustration. So eager for the morning but unable to escape the night. This ... was Christmas Eve.The anticipation for Christmas morning was always one of the most exciting...
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