I'll be home for Christmas
Yes, yes, it's probably too early for this, but I suddenly got giddy after calling my father minutes ago. He was alone in the house, lulling himself to sleep, waiting for my mother who still had patients in the clinic. I told him of the incoming exam, the choir contest, and the usual drink-your-milk matters.*
"You're really enjoying it there, huh?" he asked.
"Very much," I said, "but it gets the better of me sometimes."
"Don't worry; it won't be too long become you come home for Christmas."
What can I say? Can't wait.