So This Is Christmas...

Hello Christmas Eve, it's your good friend Annie speaking.

I suppose that everyone in the world would want to know what Christmas is like in the Nelson houshold. We'll just go over what has happened so far on this Christmas Eve Day and Christmas Eve. First off, my broski and I did not leave the same spot for about 10 hours maybe. We watched all sorts of great cartoons on TV and sang songs of our childhood and teenagehood while playing guitar. Not only that, but we did some present wrapping and my broski even made a new Chrismas ornament...a Christmas Swatstika. Now, I know that does not seem too appropriate, but it did make him awfully happy...seeing how he spent an hour making it. As the day went on, we continued to sit in the same spot, no worries we got some lunch in. My parents finally arrived home after there bomb evening given to them by the best children in the world (12th row, center aisle, Transiberian Orchestra in Indy). Once they arrived, all hell broke loose. Yelling and screaming of all sort (really no words, just screaming). Finally the aunt came up for dinner. Not too bad this year, we actually enjoyed ourselves (a very rare occasion). A
conversation that was entertaining during this whole time though:

Me: Mom, Dad said the eff word.
Bryan: Yeah mom, Dad said the eff word.
(Dad looking at us with a contemplative stare)
Dad: I said what? (Still confused, debating on if he said it or not).
Me: Yeah, Dad, we heard you say it.
Bryan: Dad, don't you remember? You just said it.
(Bryan and I looking at each other snickering)
Dad: Well, I'm getting old...sometimes...I just forget...
(Bryan and I are now dying with laughter)

Yes, that is right...we can convince our dad that he said anything. A new fun game for us.

Now, it is 23 more hours of a Christmas Story, some presents, and maybe sleeping. The broski thinks that he will catch Santa this year....we'll see.

Merry Christmas Eve.