sometimes
I love my siblings.
I decided to go down to the living room, which no one ever sits in except on Christmas when we open presents, to read a little in front of the fire. My sister* sat down next to me, reading the second Harry Potter book. I read a little bit of it to her and then she took over while I immersed myself in my book. Next time I look up, my brother is sitting in the chair above me reading**, and my other sister is reading*** on the couch. It was adorable.
After Thanksgiving, in our typical tradition, my dad had the Christmas lights put up and we were set on turning on the lights timed precisely with the lighting of the Plaza.*** Typically, we christen the occasion by jamming to some Christmas tunes, but this year I announced I wanted to listen to Michael Jackson instead, and my lovely sibs backed me up. Despite my mother's pleas, we marched outside and demanded to listen to Thriller. My dad was all with us, though he was a tad on the drunk side (then again, so was mommy). So there we were, right after eating our late Thanksgiving dinner, ready to turn on the lights, listening and singing along to Thriller.
Only sometimes.
I guess the holiday isn't so bad, though.
*The youngest, Clara. She's been working on Chamber of Secrets since last Christmas break... meh. She'll learn. She's only in second grade.
**He's reading House of Leaves. His name is Evan. He is 15, a sophomore.
***That's Ellie, the second youngest. Fourth grade. She was reading The Report Card, written by Andrew Clemens, I believe.
****The Plaza is the big shopping center/main hub of the city. Every year they have one of the most spectacular Christmas lights in the country or something.
I decided to go down to the living room, which no one ever sits in except on Christmas when we open presents, to read a little in front of the fire. My sister* sat down next to me, reading the second Harry Potter book. I read a little bit of it to her and then she took over while I immersed myself in my book. Next time I look up, my brother is sitting in the chair above me reading**, and my other sister is reading*** on the couch. It was adorable.
After Thanksgiving, in our typical tradition, my dad had the Christmas lights put up and we were set on turning on the lights timed precisely with the lighting of the Plaza.*** Typically, we christen the occasion by jamming to some Christmas tunes, but this year I announced I wanted to listen to Michael Jackson instead, and my lovely sibs backed me up. Despite my mother's pleas, we marched outside and demanded to listen to Thriller. My dad was all with us, though he was a tad on the drunk side (then again, so was mommy). So there we were, right after eating our late Thanksgiving dinner, ready to turn on the lights, listening and singing along to Thriller.
Only sometimes.
I guess the holiday isn't so bad, though.
*The youngest, Clara. She's been working on Chamber of Secrets since last Christmas break... meh. She'll learn. She's only in second grade.
**He's reading House of Leaves. His name is Evan. He is 15, a sophomore.
***That's Ellie, the second youngest. Fourth grade. She was reading The Report Card, written by Andrew Clemens, I believe.
****The Plaza is the big shopping center/main hub of the city. Every year they have one of the most spectacular Christmas lights in the country or something.
Sounds like you had fun :]
Also, that's how my family is too :P We're all reading. I'm reading Slaughter-House 5, Belen (19) is reading The Perks of Being A Wallflower, and Luciana (22) is reading Unthinkable.