Nights, over the time

I have a strange relationship with nights and this functions very differently in different places but the feeling of solitariness,always remain constant.This solitariness does not necessarily make me morose,but can give me joy too.There are just way too many sleepless nights that i have spend so far and today when i am being denied sleep again,my mind is forcing me to turn to a childhood chapter where no-sleep-night meant bliss and some unknown world of curious mystery.I distinctly remember,it was the night of 24th December.I was six years old and my mother was continuously patting my shoulder,so that i could easily fall off to sleep but how could I?That very morning i had watched all the cartoon network episodes,dealing with Santa Claus and of how he came to present the good kids with some beautiful gifts.Then my mother stopped patting me and i immediately knew that she had fallen asleep and this meant freedom to my eyes which yearned to see the spark in the night sky from the glasses of the closed windows,for the spark would mean the reindeers of Santa and the big fat white beard red figure himself and it meant such thrill back then,not only because i would get my presents from Santa but also because i would get the golden chance to actually see him flying with his reindeers in the cold night sky,all extremely and typically magical.But then no Santa turned out or i fell asleep.I don't remember.But i remember my effort to keep myself from shutting my eyes while the warmth of the blankets made it more difficult.I only wish to go back to those innocent days sometimes, like now.Things and times have changed so much,and growing up is so realistic and painful.