Christmas I Wish We Could Share

I've never actually talked to Mitchell, but I see him around town sometimes. Everyone says he's super sweet and fun, and from what I've heard, we have a lot in common. We both love pizza with extra cheese, and apparently, we're both huge fans of sweets. It's weird how someone can feel so familiar even though we've never really met.

Sometimes, I imagine what it would be like if Mitchell and I became friends and spent Christmas together. In my daydreams, we'd wake up early on Christmas morning, both wearing our favorite pajamas - mine with silly cartoon characters, his probably something cool and laid-back. We'd race downstairs, laughing and competing to see who could open presents faster.

I picture us making a massive breakfast together - pancakes stacked high, with way too much syrup and a mountain of whipped cream. We'd play video games all morning, taking turns and joking around. Maybe we'd get some new games as Christmas gifts and spend hours trying them out, our laughter filling the house.

For lunch, we'd definitely order our favorite pizza. Extra cheese, of course. I'd tell him about my family's weird Christmas traditions, and he'd share his. Maybe we'd build a blanket fort in the living room and watch Christmas movies, arguing about which ones are the best.

In the evening, we'd help make Christmas dinner, probably making a mess in the kitchen and getting told off by our parents. We'd sneak tastes of the desserts and share stories about school, our favorite games, and our dreams.

It's funny how I can imagine all of this so clearly about someone I've never actually spoken to. Mitchell seems like the kind of friend I'd love to have - someone who gets my jokes, shares my love of food, and would make Christmas feel extra special.

Maybe someday we'll actually meet and become friends. For now, it's nice to dream about the Christmas we could share.