Dear Santa,
The beginning of December is gone and most people are embracing the warmth and joy that the Christmas season brings. I, however, cannot feel the warmth and joy inside the Hokie stone walls of campus. The sky is grey, the air is frigid and my brain is fried. I hear voices telling me that "Now is the time to focus" and "Your whole grade depends on this." I have at least ten different due dates and exam times written in BOLD on bright post-it notes scattered over the next week.
This is the time of year when my family puts up our fake tree, decorates it with rainbow lights and fragile ornaments and the house is warm and toasty. My mom hangs our stockings along the staircase, sets up a nativity scene and puts a wreath on our door. There are no decorations where I live and if there were I would hardly see them. My new home is the library. There is a huge Christmas tree in Blacksburg decorated with a thousand brilliant bulbs and one giant glowing star on top. It sits right off campus on Main Street as if it knows it symbolizes my Christmas withdrawal.
It's nice to think that in a little more than a week I'll be home and I will experience the Christmas season for a couple days. It's not the usual month long celebration one would hope for but three days is better than nothing. I will cram in every Pinterest recipe for gingerbread cookies, hot chocolate and other Christmas treats. I will camp out in my living room with a pile of pillows and blankets to watch every Christmas movie I own/Netflix has.
In another week I won't remember the pain I am in now and the stress I feel. All I want for Christmas is my sanity Santa. I've studied hard and been pretty good (I think). This is all I want.
Sincerely,
Your suffering college student
