Christmas Eve.
Well its Christmas Eve. everybody. My favorite holiday is nearly here. Every year we have this…”tradition”, if you want to call it that, where we go to my aunt’s house and celebrate with our extended family. We exchange presents there with the people who we rarely ever see. I used to have to make presents to give to them, but one year I decided I didnt like doing that, and I didnt make anything. The thing was, nobody said anything. So, I felt that they didnt appreciate all the work I put into making them things and I havent done it ever since. Sometimes I feel a little guilty about it, but then I think “You only see them twice a year. Do you REALLY think they care if you give them a present?” No. They dont.
I actually hate going to the Christmas Eve party. I have see a whole bunch of people I dont like. And SOMEONE usually invites someone new, so then I have to act all super great and talk to them and its like “I dont know you. why are you here? why arent you with your own family?” ugh, and they are always older than me. Nobody my age lives around here anymore. They are either 5 years too young (My cousin Kasey’s age) or 10 years older. (my sister’s age.) and then i’m all alone.
I just hope it gets over quickly. Usually, my parents (mostly my mom) drinks a lot and then stays over talking until like 2 A.M. before we leave. It would be better if my sister wasnt going to drink because then she could drive her car there and we could leave earlier. (just like Thanksgiving.) Oh well, I’ll just think about all the good stuff i’ll get tomorrow morning.
:)
