Christmas Eve

Merry Christmas everyone! It’s 12:48am, officially Christmas day :-)

Today started out as any other day, I woke up at 1pm and stayed in bed watching Las Vegas until 3:30. It didn’t even hit me that it was Christmas Eve until I was out of the shower. I then decided that I should just try to enjoy the day with my family, and not let little things bother me.

I went to my room to wrap my presents when I realized that I forgot to get presents for James and Steve. I frantically searched for my mom and luckily, she had enough presents for both of them to give me a couple. Then, I went back to my room and realized that I didn’t have a present for John. This time I frantically searched for my dad and luckily, again, he had enough presents for John to he gave me one. I could have sworn that I had a present for John already. I even remember coming home after our family day in the city and telling all of you that I bought him something. I am the worst sister ever.

After I finished wrapping the presents I went Nicole’s house to give her and her family this poppy seed cake that my mom made. I didn’t want to just hand them the cake and leave, so I stayed for a bit and talked with Nicole and her mom about presents and my brothers and such. When I got home I saw that Steve had arrived, with his girlfriend.

Steve’s current girlfriend is my favorite out of all the ones he’s ever had. She’s really cool and she has a nose piercing and a tattoo of a mustache on her finger. And she watches Supernatural; the show I love more than anything else on the face of the earth.

The only bad thing about his girlfriend being here is that I get to spend even less time with him. I already have to share him with James and John and my parents and all of his friends from here. I would just like to spend some quality time with him, just the two of us, hanging out.  It doesn’t happen very often. and that makes me sad.

I went out on the roof to have a cigarette before dinner. My parents don’t know I smoke, no one does, actually. So I always do it on the roof. It kind of sucks during the winter, but I bundle up and it’s okay. I like smoking on the roof because it’s peaceful. My parents don’t bother me, there aren’t any distractions. It’s just me and my cigarette. It’s like nothing else matters.

My mom made us go to church after dinner (except for John, because he was at work). James, Steve, Steve’s girlfriend, and I sat in a different pew than my parents because there wasn’t any room for us to sit all together. I don’t like church, but this service was actually fun. During the hymns Steve kept making funny faces at me, because he knows I don’t like singing. Then, at the end of the service they always do this thing where we make a giant circle around the church, and we are all holding candles and we sing Silent Night. Steve kept trying to blow out my candle.

“I’ll burn you.” I threatened when he didn’t stop.

“Not if I blow out that flame.” He continued to blow at it.He blew so hard that James’ (who was standing on the other side of me) flame flickered. He thought that I was the one blowing, so he blew mine out right away. That’s when I started laughing really hard.

“Melanie! This is not a comedy show.” Steve smiled when he lit my candle on his. Then he started dancing and singing the song really dramatically.

“This is not a comedy show!” I pretended to scold him. He laughed and put his arm around me.

It was actually fun. Those are the times I really cherish with Steve. They aren’t as common as I’d like them to be.

We spend the rest of the evening playing family board games and watching Christmas movies (Home Alone and It’s A Wonderful Life).

xoxo,

Melanie