Let Your Heart Be Light
Listening: My father singing the only lyrics to "Good Christian Men Rejoice" that he knows--the title.
Seriously I am sick of hearing that song today. No, I'm sorry, that fraction of a song.
Ignoring that though, this has proven to be a wonderful wonderful Christmas! I got through my shifts at Wal-Mart with little to no bloodshed, and then last night my house was assaulted by the twenty-odd relatives who usually assault houses this time of year. I thought I would escape to make a post, but my geeky cousins wanted to use the computer for something or other, so I basically spent the evening serving hors d'oeuvres and showing my artistically-inclined little cousin my tablet. Then my dad gave me a rum and eggnog and I sort of fell asleep on the couch for a while.
At twelvish I got super awesome Christmas pajamas, which I wore to bed last night. I normally have no trouble sleeping on Christmas Eve, but my dog, dressed in a festive doggie sweater, decided to shack up with me last night. This was bad because she sleeps so incredibly lightly that the smallest sound wakes her up, and then she howls like the very devil. She woke me up at 3:00, then 4, then 6:30, and I woke up on my own at 9:15 and just called it quits, so I took her downstairs and dropped her on my sister's head screaming, "MERRY CHRISTMAS!"
My grandparents and my Uncle Darren turned up at like 10:00, so my sister and I sat down and opened our stockings in the family room under the scrutiny of various eyes, followed by the opening of further gifts in the living room under various eyes. We hung around our house tooling with our loot 'til about 3, whereupon we left to go to my grandmother's house for an hour, followed by attending my other grandmother's traditional Christmas function. It was scary how retarded the second one was, because the first one consisted only of me, my sister, my parents, and my grandma, so things were quiet and relatively tame.
My other grandmother's house was like six hurricanes and four tornadoes and maybe a typhoon or two blew through all at the same time. My five little cousins, ranging from ages five to eleven, were psyched as hell and impatient from the wait. The shower of gift-opening that followed would have frightened a lesser marchioness. Everyone got some pretty impressive loot and life was wicked.
Dinner rolled around, and I made the mistake of drinking a glass of red wine before the appetizer was over. This was a mistake because it was about 7 PM, and the only thing I'd had so far today was a cinnamon bun and a cup of hot chocolate at about 9:30 AM. When I made the mistake of standing, I was briefly staggered by a wave of instant vertigo and nausea. I made my way down to the living room couch and collapsed on it, where I passed out and slept for about half an hour while the entire Miami Dolphins football team danced on my stomach and forehead. I woke up shaking like a leaf, so I dragged myself upstairs and forced down a plate of food. Almost immediately I felt better. The dessert my aunt made, some custard/croissant/chocolate souffle concoction, went a long way towards restoring my spirits.
We only dragged ourselves home at about 11, whereupon I watched my parents open their gifts to each other, which is the cutest Christmas tradition ever. Now I'm here, listening to my sister babble on about her new phone (a RAZR) and preparing to type up the list. Here goes:
What I Got For Christmas
- a video camcorder
- an iBlast
- The Sims 2: Pets expansion pack (shut up, I love this game)
- CSI Season 6 (or rather an IOU, as it only comes out tomorrow)
- Pirates of the Caribbean 2 DVD
- Anchorman DVD
- Beerfest DVD
- Sarah Slean's Orphan Music
- Mogwai's Mr. Beast
- fifty-year-old jewellry that my grandmother dug out of her closet (it's amazing, I promise)
- a mug from Wicked: The Musical
- various Christmas ornaments
- a fondue pot, identical to Kelilah's
- numerous trashy, Highlander-related romance novels, compliments of my mother
- really freaking comfy socks
- a new scarf
- a new cell phone (not as flashy as the RAZR, but still good)
- various new earrings and necklaces (plus a pair of earrings and a bracelet from Spain)
- fleece sheets for my bed omgroflmao
- a "spirit whistle" necklace
- too much other stuff to mention
I can't keep going on. All I can do is toddle off to hoard my various new acquisitions, and wish you all a safe and merry Christmas and happy holidays from the Marchioness.
Icarus is getting sick of hearing her sister singing "Banana Pancakes"
Seriously I am sick of hearing that song today. No, I'm sorry, that fraction of a song.
Ignoring that though, this has proven to be a wonderful wonderful Christmas! I got through my shifts at Wal-Mart with little to no bloodshed, and then last night my house was assaulted by the twenty-odd relatives who usually assault houses this time of year. I thought I would escape to make a post, but my geeky cousins wanted to use the computer for something or other, so I basically spent the evening serving hors d'oeuvres and showing my artistically-inclined little cousin my tablet. Then my dad gave me a rum and eggnog and I sort of fell asleep on the couch for a while.
At twelvish I got super awesome Christmas pajamas, which I wore to bed last night. I normally have no trouble sleeping on Christmas Eve, but my dog, dressed in a festive doggie sweater, decided to shack up with me last night. This was bad because she sleeps so incredibly lightly that the smallest sound wakes her up, and then she howls like the very devil. She woke me up at 3:00, then 4, then 6:30, and I woke up on my own at 9:15 and just called it quits, so I took her downstairs and dropped her on my sister's head screaming, "MERRY CHRISTMAS!"
My grandparents and my Uncle Darren turned up at like 10:00, so my sister and I sat down and opened our stockings in the family room under the scrutiny of various eyes, followed by the opening of further gifts in the living room under various eyes. We hung around our house tooling with our loot 'til about 3, whereupon we left to go to my grandmother's house for an hour, followed by attending my other grandmother's traditional Christmas function. It was scary how retarded the second one was, because the first one consisted only of me, my sister, my parents, and my grandma, so things were quiet and relatively tame.
My other grandmother's house was like six hurricanes and four tornadoes and maybe a typhoon or two blew through all at the same time. My five little cousins, ranging from ages five to eleven, were psyched as hell and impatient from the wait. The shower of gift-opening that followed would have frightened a lesser marchioness. Everyone got some pretty impressive loot and life was wicked.
Dinner rolled around, and I made the mistake of drinking a glass of red wine before the appetizer was over. This was a mistake because it was about 7 PM, and the only thing I'd had so far today was a cinnamon bun and a cup of hot chocolate at about 9:30 AM. When I made the mistake of standing, I was briefly staggered by a wave of instant vertigo and nausea. I made my way down to the living room couch and collapsed on it, where I passed out and slept for about half an hour while the entire Miami Dolphins football team danced on my stomach and forehead. I woke up shaking like a leaf, so I dragged myself upstairs and forced down a plate of food. Almost immediately I felt better. The dessert my aunt made, some custard/croissant/chocolate souffle concoction, went a long way towards restoring my spirits.
We only dragged ourselves home at about 11, whereupon I watched my parents open their gifts to each other, which is the cutest Christmas tradition ever. Now I'm here, listening to my sister babble on about her new phone (a RAZR) and preparing to type up the list. Here goes:
What I Got For Christmas
- a video camcorder
- an iBlast
- The Sims 2: Pets expansion pack (shut up, I love this game)
- CSI Season 6 (or rather an IOU, as it only comes out tomorrow)
- Pirates of the Caribbean 2 DVD
- Anchorman DVD
- Beerfest DVD
- Sarah Slean's Orphan Music
- Mogwai's Mr. Beast
- fifty-year-old jewellry that my grandmother dug out of her closet (it's amazing, I promise)
- a mug from Wicked: The Musical
- various Christmas ornaments
- a fondue pot, identical to Kelilah's
- numerous trashy, Highlander-related romance novels, compliments of my mother
- really freaking comfy socks
- a new scarf
- a new cell phone (not as flashy as the RAZR, but still good)
- various new earrings and necklaces (plus a pair of earrings and a bracelet from Spain)
- fleece sheets for my bed omgroflmao
- a "spirit whistle" necklace
- too much other stuff to mention
I can't keep going on. All I can do is toddle off to hoard my various new acquisitions, and wish you all a safe and merry Christmas and happy holidays from the Marchioness.
Icarus is getting sick of hearing her sister singing "Banana Pancakes"
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