It's only Christmas Eve.
It's the only post I've done all December.
But here it is. Unlike most other years, I'm going to try to do a day by day to make up for the lack of dedication I've shown this month. We'll start with one of the most chaotic, confusing, and down-right crummiest Xmas eve's ever. Ready? I'm gonna make myself miserable.
First of all, I had work. SO that about shot all the anticipation that you're supposed to build up through the day. My things weren't done and I never wrote a Christmas story. (Bad sign) So I broke a four year tradition even though I had all intentions of writing and I even started it months prior. Too late now.
Church was unusual because it was the first time I was there since the summer. It's been really bad with working every Sunday morning so I've kinda missed a lot. Besides, our family only took up one pew this year. Normally it's more.
At the grandma house, things definatly went off path. As much as we tried to keep all the same, nothing wanted to go right. Missing family members, missing my story, missing a gift. (Which was mine too) Overall crazy and hectic. Not like it should have been. We left in a slumpy trodden mood and by the time we got home it was like a slumpy mood times infinity.
It's almost like everyone was trying too hard to make things work that they didn't. Now of course the weekend isn't even over. We've still got Christmas morning coming up. I just felt the need to make something seem right tonight. Even though me posting on a holday is unconventional in itself.
But hey.
What is conventional this year?
Here comes Santa Claus.
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