December 24, 2004, even later

Approximately 10:10pm

Age: 18 years 4 months 25 days

So, we did Christmas tonight. Not really. Redacted opened their presents and we did a gift exchange. I was sad at first. It meant that I wouldn’t get any presents on Christmas. That’s not true I realize, redacted has a present for me. That’s beside the point. At first I thought Christmas was ruined. There was no build up for the day.

 And then redacted and redacted sing a song. They sing Happy Birthday to Jesus and lit candles on a pie. That’s when I realized that things are perfect.

 Tomorrow is not about me. And it’s perfect that for the first time we are not getting a million presents on Christmas. The overload of gifts leaves no time for individual appreciation. Each gift is outshined by the next. I love that he got one present at a time over a series of days. That way I can come to appreciate each one. I love the gift redacted and redacted gave us. I love the blankets I got and the Chinese drawing. The body wash that is really nice actually. Who would think I would ever want one? But I can really use the scrubber. I love my DVD player of course. And I forgot about the sewing machine, but they really thought about me while getting that gift. It’s wonderful to have one. It’s really great to be able to make my own stuff on the sewing machine.

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Anyway, this is perfect. I appreciate that people thought of me enough to get me something. How fantastic to be remembered.

 And that leaves tomorrow. I had wondered what was left for tomorrow? How foolish! It’s a day to enjoy life, spend time with family ( which I am loving by the way)  and being loving and kind to everyone. It’s a magic day when the whole world tries to be their best person. And to think, the reason for this is that Jesus came to Earth. The world tries to be happy on Christmas.

 I can’t wait to enjoy Christmas by actually celebrating Jesus and his love.

 I hate how I always think about myself on Christmas. The time when life is least about me, and I always become selfish. But anyway, this year will be great. 


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