People are never satisfied. It's like "Oh, cool, I just got something. Oh, now it's really old. Now I want something else." I don't want to sound all goth here or anything, but what is the point to anything in your life? Sure, you enjoy stuff, but it's all just going to get flushed down the toilet someday.
Enjoyment is just something you feel. Enjoyment has no purpose. And yet, we all still have something we feel must accomplish in life. And it all is to live, and pass on our race for generations. We were put on this planet for a reason. Damn scientists still haven't discovered what it is. I guess it's to keep the universe from being empty of civilization.
It's funny. I like to think of Santa Claus more like a creature of an endangered species, that lives on Neptune, with the Tooth Fairy and Easter Bunny.
List of presents I got:
Skateboard: From my dad. I still can't thank him enough.
T-shirt
Tiny toy van full of candy
Book
Birdhouse kit
Mug
To the world, Merry Christmas!
