Christmas is my favorite holiday, as you have probably already guessed. I fell asleep by the tree the other night, and will continue to sleep in the living room until Christmas night. I love everything about it. OK, maybe not everything, I hate brisket, green bean casserole, and Swedish corn pudding, so I will have a vegetarian Christmas dinner. Erik will probably disown me, but ah, well. I love the smell of the Christmas decorations, like the fake wreaths that we have, and the tree. I love the Christmas decorations that I get to put up, like the nativity sets that I, and only I, have the power to set up. But, I also had to glue on an angel's head, and a shepherd's head, and we will have to make due with two wisemen. I love shaking my presents trying to guess what they are. I have had some luck with that, actually. I guessed three or four of them. I love Christmas music, but now that it is not expressly forbidden, it's not as fun to listen to anymore. You know it's sad when you feel rebellious listening to Christmas music before Thanksgiving.
The youth had their Christmas party last night, and what a time that was. From the diaper wearing to Michael being a fairy princess. That, I had to wonder about. HOW IN THE WORLD DID HE EVEN FIT INTO THAT TUTU??? That is just not even right. He has been dubbed Princess Pleh, if anyone wants to know. But we played Qwelf, and amazing game, and that was a blast, however ridiculous it may have been. I look forward to all the holiday parties, if there are people there that I feel comfortable socializing with. I do not feel very comfortable being dragged to an adult party where I sit in a corner with my siblings. So the youth parties are always appreciated. Every year I barely manage to stay awake all night on New Years. Last year, I spent New Years with one of my best friends, and we stayed up and watched Pirates of the Caribbean and ate her mom's amazing food. I stayed awake pretty well then. I hope I can manage to stay awake this year, too. I'll be at home, with a few of my friends, watching DVD's on a sheet with my mom's projector.
Winter is definitely a wonderland though. Everything is transformed. You look at the ground with awe, thinking about how gorgeous it is, and how stupid you look staring at the ground. Running around taking pictures of random places outside your house at eleven o'clock at night is fun, though. Everything about it is exhilarating. The air seems fresher somehow, and you see everything with more appreciation for the beauty that is in front of you.
This has been a fascinating look into the mind of Corrie Oberg.
