I remember being young and staying up all Christmas eve night, waiting for Santa Claus. My brother and I would wake our parents up at the crack of dawn and wait anxiously at the top of the steps, contemplating what Santa had brought us this year. We would rush down and tear paper off of gifts and then spend the rest of the day in the living room enjoying one another’s company as we played with our new toys.
It just doesn’t feel like Christmas this year. For starters, it is about 80 degrees and sunny outside. But mainly because our family has spent so much time fighting this year that it has drained us of any Christmas cheer. I got my gift, a camera, two days ago and since I picked it out and my brother and my dad were only there to pay for it, I saw no sense in them wrapping it. I woke up today at 11 at the insistence of my brother, who still somehow manages to embrace the Christmas spirit, and trudged my way downstairs for ten minutes of unwrapping. Then we all went our separate ways. My mother stayed in the living room to read while my uncle slept on the couch, my dad went upstairs to watch TV, and my brother and I went outside to smoke hookah. Merry Christmas.
