Christmas Day
For a long time Christmas Day has been my favorite time of the year. I recall many special Christmas Days since I was very little. I know that the reason I remember all of those dates is because of my family, my aunts and uncles; and my cousins. The thing is that I have a lot of cousins, and the age difference between all of us is not bigger than 3 years so we get along pretty well. We have spend all of the Christmas Eve together always, is a tradition and we really enjoy it. We all go to mass, then to a particular chosen house to chare some time together, then we have dinner and finally we open the presents.
Recalling my childhood Christmases, it is very open to anyone’s imagination what ten hyperactive children running around, up and down a house can do on Christmas Night. We were just like that. I remember that whoever was in charge that night had to clear an entire room and put us all there so nothing was broken, and we could run and jump until we got tired; but that last thing never happened. It is funny to remember, but we were all so small and so excited to open the presents, that we quietly went around the house looking for clocks, all kind of them, and change the hour so we could open our presents earlier instead of waiting until midnight; obviously we always got caught. To make it worse not only we have to wait to exactly 12 o’clock, but also instead of opening the presents at 12 we have to make a prayer that could last until 5 minutes, it was a torture for all of us.
Also I remember having like every little girls dream-Christmas. In a time very different from nowadays, when playing dolls was great, and Mattel`s Barbie doll was “The Doll” to have; my godfather who had a specialize selling company, make a deal and he had his entire home full with Barbie dolls, even in the bathroom. So that Christmas I got many adorable and memorable presents, of course: Barbie dolls.
Nowadays we still have anecdotes to tell, like a few Christmases ago we were all having a delicious dinner without knowing were the food came from. That Christmas we trusted my aunt with the food for that special gathering, and she just bought it on some street shop. Without any more saying it is obvious that many people, including uncles, cousins, aunts and myself, spend the entire week, even New Years Eve, sick to our bones throwing up because of food poison. Since that particular Christmas I think twice when eating that day, and I only eat it if someone I really know cooked it; thank God my mom had cooked the past two Christmases.
For our family Christmas Day is very special, we all get together and try to have a good time. Now we are all grownup people, the younger of us is eighteen years old; some of my cousins have children of their own and make this special day bigger, louder and funnier. I will never forget my childhood Christmases and I hope in a future my kids have even better than the ones I had.
