Day 2, post 2

In the amount of time it took me to write that last post, i completely forgot what i was going to write about in this one. But i want to make another post, so here we are. I'm just going to talk about christmas and my traditions. You know, because it's coming up.

Christmas is honestly my favorite holiday. It used to switch between thanksgiving, but thanksgiving sucks now. I mean i'm still thankful and eat a lot, but most of the fun was seeing family, and now i can't do that considering all of my family has their own family (most of my cousins are in there mid 20's, early 30's). They just are too cool to hang out with the 20,16,and 10 year old. Oh well, their loss.

But christmas is so magical. Right now i can picture so many pretty scenes going through my head. Tons of snow, beautiful trees, lights, decorations, the whole nine yards. I think the most fun part though, is the presents. I can remember being little, and wanting to catch santa. My brother sister and i (they were young too) would all huddle into my sisters room, and talk about how we would get him this year. We had plans on sleeping by the vent so we could hear him, in the hall so we could see him, by the tree so we never missed him. It always ended up the same though, me and my brother in his bed (he had a big bed, so it wasn't weird), and my sister in hers. My brother and i would wake up super early, and rush into my sisters room (no doors so it wasn't hard). We'd all go downstairs as quietly as we could. We failed by the way. We'd grab our stockings, run back upstairs, hop on my brothers bed and dumb out our stuff. We always took our fruit and gave it to Chelsea, Quentin and i had no care for fruit. We'd look at all our new stuff, and compare. We did that for half an hour, maybe. We would then look at the time, and if it was before seven we'd just sit and talk and look at our stuff more. If it was after then, which it rarely was, we'd run back downstairs, wake my parents up and force them to start the present giving process. After a few hours our day calmed down, we all did our own thing and ate. At about 4 we went to grandmas and spent the rest of the day there. If you ask me, you honestly can't be the fun in all of that. Not ever. For me, it's still there even if i don't do all the same stuff. It's just such a great holiday, so much fun.

Another part of it though, is the one that's almost always forgotten by me and so many others. Jesus' birthday. So this year my goal is to focus on that more. I want to spend at least half an hour devoted to him, setting aside my gifts. I think it will be amazing.