First of all, the holidays sure are exhausting. First my parents strapped me in a seat for five and a half hours and drove me half-way up the state to a place called Sacramento where a movie star who runs our state lives somewhere near my grandparents. I fell asleep on the way and when I woke up I was at my grandparents' house being cuddled and held and loved by none other than Onay herself. I'd say it was well worth the trip.
No sooner had I arrived than I was dressed up as a reindeer and taken to a party where I was passed amongst the millions of relatives I have in this place called Sacramento while a fat man in a red suit ran around a pool table handing out presents. Here I am in my outfit:

The next morning I was woken up early and taken to my cousins' house to find out what the fat man in the red suit brought everyone. This is some sort of bizarre family ritual having to do with magical trees that require no water or soil yet produce light, a week long obsession with the colors red and green, the wrapping of toys and other new objects in paper for the sole purpose of ripping the paper off hours later, and a marathon eating contest wherein you are required to eat all day, especially homemade cookies. I'm still trying to figure it all out and am told it will happen every year at the same time for the rest of my life. Pretty crazy, huh?
We spent Christmas, as the day is called, at my cousins' house. This is my cousin Griffin, he got a Nintendo DS - which is basically a little thing he stares at all day while fumbling his thumbs and making grunts. Boys sure are strange.



1 comment:
Sweetie, you have to kick your Mommy in her callipygous butt so she will start writing again, which will require her to start thinking again.
And urge your cousin to change the spelling of her name to "Sydney" because that is truly the ONLY way for a princess to spell that name.
I have seen Santa Claus. You will grow to love him.
Hugs, The Real Anonymous
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