Every Christmas since middle school, we always celebrated Christmas at our house. People would arrive at 9 a.m., eat breakfast, open stockings, then open presents, hang out for a while, they would all go home, come back around 4 or 5 for dinner, we would play games, eat dessert and everyone would go home. The day before Christmas we always cleaned house like crazy people and then for a reward on Christmas Eve, we (as our family of five) would open our presents. The grand finale would be mopping the floor at midnight...so it would stay clean and no one would walk through it until morning.
On that Christmas morning, I awoke to the sound of the electricity going off. It does indeed have a sound. I heard dad get up and call my grandmothers. I just groaned. I was so upset the power went off on frickin' Christmas. Both my grandparents had power at their house. Grammie's house wasn't ready for people to come over and neither was Grandma Karen's. Some how we talked Grandma Karen into having people over. We took all of the presents and food over to Grandma's house and did our normal routine.
After dinner, we were joking around at the table waiting to decide whether to play a game or not and Erika just reached over into my area and pretended to eat my head. It was weird. It was the first time she showed her personality in a long time. She was going through a rough patch.
The whole time we were home for break from college, the power went off once...on Christmas.
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