I was just listening to "I'll be home for Christmas." That song does something to me - makes my heart rip just a little. Mostly because every time I hear it, I think of when I was an exchange student in Australia.
Christmas day, and it was hot as hell, except for the nice ocean breeze. My mom, good mom that she is, mailed presents for me and for my host family, and we opened them up on Christmas morning. Knowing that I'd just have to lug everything home six months later, she only bought me useful things. Except for one thing - a snow globe, one of those Disney ones. It was a cute Christmas scene with Winnie the Pooh and company (I was going through a Pooh phase). Completely enchanted, I twisted the little knob to make the music play. And what to my wandering ears should hear, but the tune of "I'll be home for Christmas." Tears immediately sprung to my eyes. I was so very far from home on Christmas.
My mom can be such a bitch sometimes.
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