Sleeeepy Sunday

i love the thought i dont have to go to work tomorrow. Or Tuesday. Or Wednesday.

I would say Thursday, but we are heading home to Disappointment, Georgia on Thursday, and traveling is a pain, so i consider it time on the clock.

This will be Brandus’s first Christmas with the whole Clan, so im a little concerned about him.

Really, we arent THAT bad..except for my grandfather, who gets a kick out of scaring people, but there are a lot of us on Christmas day. And we follow our traditions.

Christmas Eve involves a christmas party that i dont particularly enjoy, as the majority of the people there either barely know me, or have been putting up with/avoiding me since junior high. but i have to go, as its TRADITION.

Then, the Christmas Eve service, which i go to because its pretty. and not as boring as weekly church. not sure if Brandus will be comfortable going, so thats up to him.

Then the annual, Lets-Stay-Up-Late-And-Help-Mom-Wrap-Presents, which usually continues until 2 am or so. This is interspersed with Let-Your-Sister-Wrap-That, You-Didnt-See-That, and Dont-Tell-Your-Father.

Then when we get up Christmas morning, we have to wait until Daddy sets up the video camera, and the whole family has stumbled upstairs to the kitchen (yes, upstairs. the house is upside down) in various forms of dress, and possibly eaten breakfast.

You can take one set of new clothes back to your room, but its expected you will leave the majority of your presents out, as the grandparents will want to see what Santa brought you, so Dont-Touch-That!

THEN, the family decends en masse.

My male cousins and I have been sitting at the kids table for years, which, oddly enough, i enjoy.

although last year, one cousin on each side (ages 23 and 21, i think) spent supper comparing drug rehab centers. *facepalm*

Where we will sit this year, with the addition of brandus, i have no idea.

then, after we have successfully eaten every scrap of fried okra and tried to control our retching when faced with the ambrosia, we get to clean up.

by this time, its something like 3 or 4 in the afternoon, and WE ARENT DONE YET.

now we get to go over to the grandparents, and open our family presents.

*collapse*

poor kid has no idea what he is getting into.