Monday, December 23, 2013

'Twas the Post Before Christmas...


There, got that out of my system. 

Oh my goodness I am excited for Wednesday!!! I can hardly believe that Christmas is just a few short days away! AH! 

This weekend we finally finished up our shopping. It was dangerous, and I almost hip-checked more than one person, but in the end we were victorious! I don't remember the last time I was actually done my shopping on time. I usually start super early in the year, think I'm done, then realize in a cold clutch of dread that I forgot twelve gifts. Never fails. 

But this year for some bizarre and wonderful reason, I actually finished on time! I won't lie... I had about ten cookies to celebrate. Oops? Nah. They were delicious. I regret nothing. 

I am still a child at heart. Christmas is the only day of the year when I wake up before my alarm has even woken up and don't hate everything. My husband and I have a weird standing agreement that whoever gets up first one Christmas has to wake the other up. I think last year I woke him up (Sorry, Blair) at 5 AM. Yeah... That's a real time. 

Even when I was still living at home, I'm pretty sure my parents wanted to strangle me. Without fail, at 7 AM or earlier, I would be standing outside their door merrily bashing away at the poor wooden frame, screaming about how it was Christmas and they needed to get up and be jolly. 

My poor brothers had it even worse. 

I have three brothers, blogland. My eldest brother Jordan, who is my brotha from the same motha, and then my two younger step-brothers, Mike and Matt, who are my brothas from another motha. 

See, Michael and Matthew were pretty easily swayed to get up and out of bed, but my brother, Jordan, well, he takes some, shall we say, "creative convincing". 

One year I ran downstairs with a metal roasting pot and a wooden spoon, stealthily crept up to his door, and then starting singing, "IIIIIT'S CHRISTMAS, GET OUT OF YOUR BED!!" to the tune of John Jacob Jingle Heimer Schmidt at the top of my lungs. 

The amount of swearing and startled hitch in breathing let me know that I had woken him up. Mission accomplished. 

Jordan hates mornings. But I totally won. Because he woke up! And told me that if I ever use that pan or that spoon again I would find them flying through my door in the middle of the night. Touche.

Anyways, I just wanted to wish everyone the absolute happiest of holidays! Be full of cheer, cookies, delicious foods, joy, and remember to spend time with the ones you love. They're the ones that put up with you, even when you wake up the neighbourhood with a pan and a wooden spoon. 

Happy holidays! 


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  1. Haha, so funny! Poor Jordan. I remember being young and getting up early. In later years, however, I have continued to sleep in until my alarm, or until my parents wake me up!