I'm sitting at the bottom of the mistletoe and waiting for you to come home. The christmas spirit is slowly and deeply getting into everybody's hearts. Quietness in my heart. Clarity in my head. Can't wait to start a new day. Can't wait to go to sleep. Can't wait to visit home. Yet, at the same time, don't want to leave this place ether. Don't wish away your days, hoping for better ones ahead. Everything just falls into place. This is what Christmas does to me.