Christmas

I love Christmas.  It's such a joyous time for me.  I love the Christmas lights, the decorations, the smells (y'know, like gingerbread and peppermint and stuff) and everything else.  And it's a cliche, but I love being around my family and enjoying the true reason behind it.
This is also the one occasion where it's perfectly acceptable to wake up at an unholy hour and wake others up at that time, too.  I usually sleep until around 8, but yesterday, my sister woke me up at 6:30.  It was the only time that she could get away with it, of course.  I mean, it's Christmas.  I wanted to get up at around 2 because my parents told us no earlier than 6:30 and I wanted to make them mad, but I forgot to and I figured that sleep was better anyway.
Early on in the present-opening, I got a cross wall hanging from my sister.  I told her it was beautiful and thanked her.  She beamed and said, "You're welcome.  You can keep it."  Made us laugh.
We all got some pretty neat gifts.  My sister got a guinea pig, whom she has named Guinea.  He's adorable.  We've all been having fun since yesterday.
It's sad that Christmas is over, but oh well.  364 more days to go until it all comes back.