July 3, 2004

• I was just reading a story and it’s at this part about Thanksgiving. I had to stop reading so I could think. Out of all the wrong things my mother has done, she’s always done one thing right, and that’s Christmas. We would have Thanksgiving dinner at my house. After everyone had left and all the dishes were done and everything is cleaned, we’d break out the boxes of Christmas decorations. We’d begin the process of decorating our house for Christmas. Boxes and boxes we had. Tons of things. We’d carefully unwrap every ornament, every little thing, and remember them from years past. My mom is the shopper that buys decorations AFTER Christmas, so we’d unwrap all these things we’ve never seen before. It was so much fun. We’d decorate every room in the house, including our bedrooms. Lights hanging from doorways and greenery and lights wrapped around banisters and of course the Christmas village, displayed somewhere with a lot of room. The outside of our house was a little neglected because we concentrated mainly on the inside of the house. We’d have all kinds of things displayed. And we usually had two trees…at least, for the last 7 or 8 years….because that’s how long we’ve had 2 living rooms. The first five years in Rochester then the next 2 Pine Island, so 7 years. Then Christmas Eve, we were allowed to open one present each. Then we’d go to sleep, waiting for morning to come. Taylor was always the first one to wake up. She’d come truckin in, waking up Rachel first then me, all three stockings in hand. We had Winnie the Pooh stockings. Tay was Pooh, Rach was Tigger, and I was Eyore (fitting, huh?). Then we’d leave everything and wake up mom. Then we’d open the huge mound of presents from them and ‘Santa’, cuz Tay still believed. That’s another thing she did. She bought us tons and tons of presents, like she was trying to buy our love. Then we’d clean up all the wrapping paper and prepare for everyone to come over from the family for Christmas dinner. I always went to my Dad’s family for Christmas on Christmas Eve…. And the food was always delicious, because my mom also knows how to cook. And she’d set the table so beautiful and orchastrate where everyone was to sit, because she of course had to control everything. And we’d keep up the decorations until New Year’s. Then sadly take them down. Christmas is always such a wonderful time of year in my house. Everything is happy. Then everything gets sad when it’s over. Some other time I’ll tell about Christmas and stuff at my dad’s side of the family….

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