Synchroblog #3

"The Season of Christmas"
Have favorite memory of any pastimes spending Christmas with the family? Want to give expressions or remarks about the season known to children for Santa Claus? Think about spending a day, or vacation or, special moments with family and friends. Think about the 25th day known as a tradition of being able to give unto others and not worry about receiving gifts back. You should talk about the season of Christmas. Whatever your heart desires, think carefully on what you think the meaning of Christmas is all about. Why is special about the winter time? Is there anything special about December besides just Christmas? It is up to you to talk about whatever you like about in any direction you want.

I think that as I get older, Christmas becomes less exciting and more just something that need to be done. I have to buy everyone presents, find a way to make it home, clean the house before everyone gets there. It’s pretty sad that this is the way that I view Christmas now. Putting up the lights and making sure the right cookies were made for Santa and the carrots were laid out for the reindeer, hanging the ornaments – one for each Christmas – and trying to find the perfect tree. That is what Christmas used to be. I remember mom forcing my sister and I into these ridiculous metallic light blue puff jackets that made me look like Frosty just so she could take a picture to put on a Christmas card. My sister and I gave her such hell for that. I tried to steal some of the cards so they wouldn’t get sent out to people, but mom just ordered new ones. That picture is now hanging on my wall at home, and it’s one of my favorites of my sis and me. I remember how Aimee and I would always stay at the Hilton on Christmas Eve with my grandparents and the “Hilton Santa” would leave us Beanie Babies. It was never the one we wanted so the sis and I would trade. I still laugh about it now, because it happened every time. I loved being there with the grandparents, especially when they covered our eyes as we walked back into our house so we couldn’t see the presents. Once we walked in and found Shaida sitting in the backyard. I was scared to death of that dog. I didn’t want her (Big mistake- that dog is the love of my life. I can’t see what I would do without her). Then after Dad was done playing Santa, and everything was cleaned up, Mom would make breakfast and start on the cooking. Dad would put batteries in all the new electronics, and we would have to start cleaning. The rest of the family would come over and start talking, looking at all the new presents.

So that was Christmas when I was little. Before I hit junior year of high school. Since then, especially now that I’m in college, it’s not like that anymore. I don’t have the money to buy presents, but everyone expects me to. My grandpa is no longer with us and we don’t stay with my grandma at the Hilton; Aimee and I fight too much for her. And now just getting home for the holidays is tough. Up until yesterday I had to work the day after. I’ll only be home for a few days. =[ But even when I am, the presents aren’t going to be the same because I wont want them [unless it’s a new car, I still want that] and everyone knows I don’t believe in Santa anymore. Dad doesn't do the lights the same way, and the candy-cane trees - my favorite thing in the world- are forgotten about. Cleaning up will be a bitch since mom will want the house absolutely spotless – that has never, and can never, happen-. I wont want to eat as much food because all of a sudden, I’m conscious of the weight, and then the whole family is eventually going to start talking about school and politics, the two things I don’t want to talk about on my vacation, and then I’ll end up going out with some friends that same night.

All sense of tradition and festivity is gone. I just want to be little again, and have one more amazing Christmas.