Superstar Christmas

Uh-oh its that time of year. Christmas and presents. Cooking and traveling. And they expect me to do a holiday song. I haven't had good cooking since Mom. And I would like to go back home but things have changed. I have a woman and I am rich and I am famous. Mom wouldn't understand. Mom is religious. Mom is not into the Superstar thing. I should just avoided this time and take a break from festive doings. Then I had a dream a few days ago. My mom wanted me to come for Christmas. She was really hurt that I did not call her. And that I did not come. And she said I should of came for my father. And how my family miss me. I woke up sweating next to Grace. Grace thought I had a nightmare. I told her the dream but she did not know that much about my family because I never told her much. I thought she wouldn't think too highly of me if I was that normal. Especially since she was hot glamour model. The following week later, i daydream about this angel who told me that love will come back into my heart. That all these lies and charades were gonna stop. And that i was not raised this way. Christmas is about love and you will show love. I tried to shake the dream off and I couldn't concentrate in the sound booth. So my manager told me to take the day off. Then I saw these kids playing and I laughed. I saw them throwing snowballs and it reminded me of when I was younger with my siblings. I stood for a good hour and laugh with them. After I helped one side then they all ganged on me. Then we made snow angels. I finally got back home to my woman. And Grace said Mikey I'm pregnant. And I was shocked. And we had a little argument that's when she said she is going over her friends' house. I was alone. And I thought that I was fun until I got sick. For three whole days, coughing, sneezing and just everything coming from one end to the next. It was like I was dying. I was hoping to just live. My sides hurted, my lungs exhausted and I was just clumsy. Then I made a promise if I get better I will build a family and go back to my mother's family. I even said God. And I eventually healed remembering Mom's advice to drink electrolytes and fluids and to eat when you feel like it. All those days turning and tossing, whining and complaining, pulling myself to get ready for the day. I even started listening back to other people's music. And I finally got better with adjustments. And I had the radio on, listening to Christmas songs throughout the ordeal. I would never look at Christmas songs anymore the way I used to even as a kid. They gave me joy about tomorrow. They gave me hope about the future. They made me smile. I became a better person. They told me that there is much to be done. And much good to do. I called up Grace and I called up Mom. Grace answered and was about to hang up until I said I love her and I want to marry her. Grace broke down. And I told Grace if she come back I will tell her the true story about my family with my family. Mom did not recognized my voice. But she broke down when I said its Little Mikey your son. Mom exclaimed that she did not care what happened in the past was the past. And that now she was all about the future. And me. She said she love me and care deeply about me and her prayers were heard. Last but not least I thank the angels, i told them I would sing any song they want from my Superstar's podium. And that's when the words of OH YEAH IT'S CHRISTMASTIME. And I even asked if I could dedicated to the little boys and little girls across the world. And they gave the okay even for my one yet to be borne.