This is in place of a New Years post, because my New Years was pretty mellow. Nothing really spectacular happened. But anyway:

Just the other day, I was talking to Audra and we were talking about Christmas. Then I started thinking about Christmas celebrations with my family in the past. And I started to think about that five extra minutes that your parents make you wait because you've been waiting all morning, and they know that that tiny bit of time is going to drive you over the edge. I remember as a little kid, waking up on Christmas morning, raring and ready to open my presents. But NOOO that was not going to happen. After waiting for a few hours for my parents to get up, I then had to wait for them to get dressed, eat something, and some other useless shit. THEN, when it seemed that my wait was over, that I could FINALLY open the treasure that was, at the time, probably some type of large Playschool toy, they would just HAVE to think of something else on the spur of the moment that they ABSOLUTELY COULD NOT BE WITHOUT. Then, when my brother and I would start to bug them about it, my parents would say something like, "Calm down. You can wait five minutes. We've gotten ready quickly this morning; it's not going to kill you." To which I wanted to reply, "QUICKLY? I'M SORRY, HAVE YOU BEEN PRESENT THIS MORNING? WE'VE BEEN UP FOR FOUR HOURS ALREADY. THAT IS NOT QUICKLY. AND YOU WANT ME TO CALM DOWN? I WILL CALM THE FUCK DOWN WHEN YOU GET OUT HERE. OKAY?" But I don't say anything, knowing that saying something will further prolong the time until I can open my presents. My brother and I eventually figured out that if you wake your parents up, they do get mad, but in the end, you get your presents more quickly.

Even now it happens like that. On Christmas morning this year with my mom, I was up around 7:00 a.m. and I went into my mom's room to find that she was still sound asleep. So then I waited a few hours until she got up, and then finally got to open the gifts.