Christmas was surprisingly subdued at my house this year, considering the fact that my entire dad's side of the family feels the need to migrate back here every year for dinner, thus ensuring that I have never had a cleaning-free December 24 from the first time I could handle a vacuum. But Christmas morning was as lovely as usual. I just have such fun getting my family presents and watching them be opened, it's just, oh! I love it. My brother Bo, who has Down's Syndrome so he loves television, was nearly overcome with emotion when he unwrapped the first season of The Simpsons. My mom seriously wanted socks, so I got her a pair of the fanciest ones I could find as a remedy for her perpetually cold feet. My dad is a huge geek and once admitted to me that he likes Batman, so I went out on a search of oddessic proportions to find a compilation book of the original comics, and I did. My sister is majoring in marine biology, so I got her a calendar of old woodblock drawings showing different types of sea creatures, some of which are disected. My little brother is my little brother, so I got him a copy of the only Captain Underpants book that he does not own. And I myself recieved:
(from my parents)
- A pink ipod because I haven't had a portable music player since I was seven and lost my walkman
- A gray and white batwing sweater
- Several DVDs (Wayne's World, 10 Things I Hate About You, Pee Wee's Big Adventure, Pirates of the Carribean 2, Breakfast Club)
- A set of new pyjamas
(from my siblings)
- A VHS of two old Pee Wee's Playhouse episodes from my little brother Jacob
- A book of sewing and pattern making shortcuts from big sister Claire, who hates to hear me say the word "houndstooth"
(from my grandparents)
- A bottle of Miss Dior Cherie
- A very warm homeknit scarf in fire engine red
All in all, Santa brought me a good haul this year. Merry freakin' materialistic Christmas to you.
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Ahh, I love a subdued Christmas.
And I share your Christmas Eve-massive-cleaning-blitz pain. Since we were having 30 family members over on the Big Day, I was sniffing Pledge the whole day.
Miss Dior Cherie is bottled delicacy, and the sewing and pattern book sounds fantastic. Lucky you!
I do like the Office. The British Office, that is.
Once youve seen the British one you cant go back to the American.
My little brother also has something like your brother's called Autism. How old is your brother? My brother is already 8, he was diagnosed at 2. But anyways, you really did good this year with the presents!
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