December 24, 2001 :: 11:38 a.m.
Santa gets incinerated
So it's christmas eve. Well, christmas eve morning. It's almost time for the fat man to come down the chimney and leave presents under the tree; however, none of this applies to me, so if I still believed in Santa I'd be screwed. I don't have a chimney, and all of the presents have been under the tree for days. I actually wrapped most of them. I'm not sure there was actually a time when I believed in Santa... maybe when I was very small. I know that by about 6 or 7 I knew that it was my parents who were responsible for the presents, because I remember helping my mom arrange them under the tree. My mom still writes
From Santa on at least one of our gifts - I don't know why. Santa doesn't make much sense anyway. Everyone should go
here and read the hilarious essay that he has posted. It's great. I'm going to have the image of Rudolph and company bursting into flames stuck in my head all day.
My grandma wants to get us all together for lunch today, so I'm getting ready for that. Sort of. I took a shower, but that's about as far as I've gotten. It's kind of a pain, because no one ever has anything to talk about. We all just sit there and eat and look around and make small talk. It'll be nice to see Adam (my brother, not my boyfriend) again, though. I haven't seen him in ages.
I think I'm going to christmas eve mass with Adam (the boyfriend this time) tonight. I think that's what it's called, anyway. His dad is a pastor, and Adam usually goes on holiday and such. Joe told me that I should go to christmas mass sometime, because it's really pretty, so now that I have the opportunity I may as well do it. I haven't been to church in years. I mean, I've been in churches for guitar stuff and weddings and such, but not for the express purpose of going to church. I think the last time was easter, back when I was just a wee littl girl. I was wearing a dress, so you know that was a long time ago. I'm a little apprehensive, but I guess that's natural. I'm obviously not a church-goer; I'm not even a christian. I'm very unfamiliar with the way things are done and what happens in those big scary buildings with pretty windows.
Mmmm, my dad is making sugar cookies. *drools* He makes the best things. My dad is the baker of the family, and it's been like a yum-factory in here lately. Except for the walnut cookies. I hate walnuts with a passion, so I'd like to throw those out the window.
If everything had walnuts in it, I'd be the skinniest girl alive.
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