Anyways, Christmas is my favorite time of the year. Families meet and gather together to give and share.
There are the annoying children who try to peek into their presents, the grandparents who share past Christmas tales, and, of course, the traditional relentless, revolting fruit cake that we pretend to enjoy and slip it into the trash when nobody's looking.
Kids often have trouble getting by before the holidays because of their excitement for their presents, and over the years they lose the urge to want and get and care more about giving, which is the true meaning of Christmas.
That's great.
*sips hot chocolate*
Some say the best part about the day is that first moment when children charge at the tree like little cannibals, and when the Dad is annoyed at the early timing of getting up. But, yet, it's all worth it when you're sharing that quiet, loving moment with loved ones. Ain't dat right?
Why yes.
Dat right.
I hope you've enjoyed the ramble about Christmas Morning. Thanks for reading, and have a merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.
If you dislike the holidays, leave.
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