25.12.2013, Thursday, 02:33 pm

Christmas

Wow. That’s all I can really say right now. Just, wow. This was THE BEST Christmas EVER!!!!! [And I know I say that every Christmas, but, trust me, it gets better and better]

Not only did I share my day with Uncle Gavin, Aunt Samantha and my little, too-cute-to-be-true cousins, but I got the COOLEST stash of presents I could have ever hoped for!! All I was crossing my fingers for was maybe a new journal [this one is so worn out, it can be mistaken for a dirty cloth] and a few pens [I don’t keep my expectations high. Once, when I was about five,  I was crazy for this cool Disney Princess house that was, like, six feet tall with a kitchenette and stuff, and kept dropping not-so-subtle hints about seeing it under the tree on The Day. You can imagine my shock when, on Christmas, I saw a lousy, stinking bag of rubber bands waiting for me, instead of the cool Little Mermaid tent. Granted, I also got myself a sick pink mini-jeep, but I had my heart set on that thing].

I decided that I didn’t want to sneak up to The Tree in the middle of the night and sneak a peak, like I always do. Instead, I stayed in my room and rehearsed the lines I was going to say for when I opened up my -sure to be- lame presents. [Okay, that came out harsh. Its not like my parents don’t get me or buy me crap or anything. Its just that SOMETIMES I just don’t get what I want]

In the morning, I tried to paste a smile on my face as I raced downstairs and planted my butt on the ground, ready to start ripping open my presents. I was still in my PJ’s and my hair looked like it was a bird’s murder scene, but I didn’t care. All I wanted was to get this over with.

Well, I was pretty darn amazed as I shredded one if the gift wraps and revealed this structure, with forty little circular spaces etched in the red satin. ‘Mum, what is this??’ I asked, although I was pretty sure I already knew her answer. ‘It’s a cute frame where you can store all your medals. Your father and I happened to spot it at the sports’s shop and decided it would be the perfect way for you to showcase all that you have achieved. We were thinking about hanging it up above the mantelpiece.’

I tried hard to stop a tear from trickling down. [I wasn’t CRYING. I NEVER cry. It’s only because I am allergic to… gift wrap with, um, polka dots] My parents knew how important my medals were to me. And now I finally had the opportunity to bring it out of the musty storeroom where it has been lying, gathering dust. Think about the bragging rights at school that this thing would cash into!!

Maybe I won’t have to use those rehearsed lines after all, I thought, as I thanked mum for her thoughtful gift. My parents also bought me the whole Adrian Mole series and fuschia swimming goggles. Uncle Gavin and Aunt Sammy gifted me a diary with a lock on it, [thank GAWD. At least now I don’t have to worry about Kathryn sneaking a peek into y innermost thoughts every time I have to use the loo] a pack of water-proof markers and night-vision specs.

Well, the room looked a mess, what with the bits of colored paper littered all over. Everyone was gathered around the warm, crackling fireplace. I felt a sense of warmth and togetherness as I piled up all my gifts into one high heap and shoved it under the tree.

So now, here I am, in my bedroom. I told everyone I needed to put my presents away, as an excuse to get back upstairs and spill e everything to you, DeDe. I doubt I will be able to write in you till 2014, because we will all be busy with bidding the relatives good bye.

Oops, I have to stop now. Feni is tugging my tee for her afternoon walk and I cannot afford her to have another little accident right in my bedroom [The stench is enought to make the sterdiest person faint].

Got to go!

 

 

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