So, it's 10:43 and I'm awake, my parents are awake, but the two of my brothers who live here, Sam and Tiger, are not awake. We're letting them sleep until noon before we begin our Christmas. It's annoying to me that even though I'm 20 and the stuff I really look forward to is just decorating the tree and having a nice family dinner, I still wake up at 7 every Christmas and get excited to go open presents. There's one box under the tree and it's for Tiger. I wrapped it myself. There's another box hiding someplace, also for Tiger, with something wildly expensive in it. I already know how it's going to go. We'll start waking them up at the crack of noon, they'll actually come downstairs between 12:15 and 12:30. We'll all sit in the TV room on the couch and chairs while Dad comes in and gives us our stockings, overflowing with toilet paper (what?), peanuts, shaving razors, some kind of chocolate and possibly a bar of soap. We'll either migrate to the living room, where the tree is, and open our presents there or stay in the TV room while Dad brings them to us. The process will take about 15 minutes. Then we'll get a trash bag for the wrapping paper and eat the breakfast that Dad's been making since this morning. That's what I'm really excited for right now: hot pancakes and syrup and a giant mug full of tea (for the throat). Then one of two things will happen: either we'll all be antisocial for the day playing with our new toys (this is what I envision Tiger doing today, because he's getting the most expensive and most useful gift [I'll come right out with it, since he'll be unconscious for another hour and a half and there's a 0% chance he'll read this] [it's a keyboard]) or we'll all be in the TV room being fat and watching "A Christmas Story" and "Twilight Zone" all day, until dinnertime.
Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays/Enjoy your December 25th.
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