Happy Holidays! - A Sad Attempt at a Poem

Hey everyone!
(or anyone who reads my blog. hmph.)

MURRY XMAS Y'ALL. I can't wait for 2014! One more year to mess up the year number that I just got used to writing. Enthusiasm!

Anyways, according to the lovely Weird Girl (http://thatweirdgirlinyourclass.blogspot.com/) I write a lot of depressing stuff. So, at 11 in the night (almost) some nice not depressing stuff came to head, and it's not twisted at all. In fact, it's a poem. Or an attempt at one. Yay. Here goes (plz dnt h8 i tried):

I love holidays
There's so much of nothing to do.
I love holidays

I can wake up in the mornings
And take as long as I please
Wiggle my toes and smile delightfully in bed,
not hurrying or rushing ahead.

I love holidays
The beautiful mornings that I never get to enjoy
Now stretch out deliciously like a promise
waiting to be fulfilled.

I love holidays
The memories of these days are warm and fuzzy.
I read books in bed and watch TV
Nothing ever bothers me.

I love holidays
It is on these days I do not hate myself
Living is not a chore
School is not a bore

I love holidays
Because I can promise myself new beginnings when they end.
I don't cry over my next assignment,
Instead I cry over some happening in a book, in a land far far away.
It is sad when they die,
but I know if I go back to the beginning, they'll be there again.
Smiling, and waiting, for me.

I love holidays
They'll pass by like a blur.
Somedays, I'll die of boredom,
but oh!
The luxury of having nothing to do
is too great to be missed.

I love holidays
I really do.