It's that time of year again. The Holidays. It's December and all around signs that Christmas is coming are beginning to appear. I'm definitely feeling the christmas spirit, and I'm so excited for the holiday to arrive. But not all years have seemed as "Christmassy" as this year has. Last year I don't think I really ever got in the spirit of Christmas. I had fun with what I was doing and all, but I never really felt Christmas. Does that make sense?
Yesterday I went to my grandma's house for our anual Christmas party. I was so excited all day because it was the first time I had seen my dad in a couple weeks, and I hadn't seen my grandma and grandpa, my aunts and uncles, or my cousins since the summer. So when everyone began to arrive at my grandma's house I said hi to them, and I talked to them. I had a lot of fun.
I love my family. My aunts, my uncles, my cousins, my grandparents, my parents and sisters. They're all awesome. I don't know what I would do without them.
Every year my family on my dad's side gets together for our Christmas party. Each of us cousins has to get a gift for one of the others, which is always decided around Thanksgiving. At this party every year we celebrate mine and Izzy's birthday. The reason for this is that it's so hard to get our whole family together at the same time more than once a month.
This year's party was so amazing. I had so much fun, and yet it was probably one of the shortest there has ever been. Me, Izzy, and my cousin (who I am going to call the Narrator, a story that I will write about later) always try to find a place where we can hide from the little kids. This year we finally realized where the perfect place was. The library. In my grandparents basement there is this room that has gone through many changes over the years. A long, long time ago it was my half sister's (Wendy Bird) room, and before ( or after) that I believe there was someone else staying there, but a few (or maybe more than that) years ago my grandpa decided to turn it into a library.
So the Narrator, Izzy, and I all went in there to talk about what had gone on with our family since Izzy and I had last seen them. It was fun. I found out a lot more about what had been going on with them than I had ever really known before. It was definitely a lot of fun.
Then when we went upstairs to open presents and stuff I realized why we always try to get away from the little kids. Even though every year we all get a little bit older it doesn't change how loud my cousins are when we are all together. It was so chaotic that a lot of us didn't even really know what was going on, but I loved it anyway.
Later on my grandma got out the punch bowl, and all of us knew what that meant. Fraupe. It's this great drink which is basically Sprite and sherbet ice cream. It's something that we always have at the christmas party, and I don't think any of us know what one of the parties would be without it.
After everyone had settled down a little bit (a very little bit) we decided to try a new game. It's called Werewolves, and I don't really have time to explain it right now, but I will later. Anyway we played that and then it was time to go. We were all sad. Another year was past, next year we will all be older and it will all be different. I can't wait.
