The day after...

It kinda feels like the day after Christmas, the year you got everything you wanted, the year when you got the biggest gift, the one you begged your mother for every time you saw the commercial or saw it on the street... this day feels like that thing America has wanted for years is finally being delivered to us... and we want the whole next week to just revel and play with our new prize. But you Mr. Newtoy have to now live up to all those enticing commercials that we all watched in awe and with hope... then turning to our moms with that desperate look in our eye... begging "i want that"... well, we got it... now the batteries will be loaded on January 20th and the dolly must talk, the plane must fly, and you cant break. We are all hoping that the day we take you for granted and put you on the shelf is along way away... You Mr. President Elect Sir, have to make our dreams possible, we are so pleased to have received you, you are all we have wanted and waited for... and now sir you must not have false advertised to us or we will take you back. I have the spirit. I have the hope.