The Day After
Some of you might be offended at this next line. Christmas at my Grandma's is an orgy of presents. There isn't really a better word to describe the shear commercialize, materialistic, anarchy of present opening and exchanging that goes on at my Grandma's house every year, the day after Christmas.
Now, don't get me wrong. I love it! I mean you get there and there is a stack of presents for you. My grandparents have 2 daughters. My mom and my aunt Kathy. My mom has my sister her husband (Dusty) and their daughter Kaylee. Then there is me and my wife, Suzanne, and the Bean. My aunt Kathy is married to uncle David. They have 3 sons. Marc (and his wife Kelli and their daughter Sydney), Kris, and Eric. Kris and Eric are not married and usually have some combinations or assortment of girlfriends there. My sister in law (from my brother who wasnt there) dubbed them, the Bunnies. So anyways...everyone who shows up gets a stack of presents. Usually the Bunnies get slighted the most, but that will change should Kris or Eric ever tie the knot.
The present unwrapping usually begins right after brunch. It goes thru lunch and into dinner. It's insane. Mainly because it is a one at a time event. Why? So grandma can see every person open their gift. It is a totally mockery of our societies materialistic ways...but I still love it. I love the jokes (the remote control fart machine) the ugly presents, and the cash that my grandma hides in places like jeans pockets, under lids of deodorant cans (yes she gives many toiletries), or in cards.
But...it's exhausting. So here I sit at 12:17am, typing in this blog that no one will ever read. I'm actually too tired to go to sleep. Dont you hate that feeling?
Hopefully...before the year ends, I'll have something more profound to say.
m
Now, don't get me wrong. I love it! I mean you get there and there is a stack of presents for you. My grandparents have 2 daughters. My mom and my aunt Kathy. My mom has my sister her husband (Dusty) and their daughter Kaylee. Then there is me and my wife, Suzanne, and the Bean. My aunt Kathy is married to uncle David. They have 3 sons. Marc (and his wife Kelli and their daughter Sydney), Kris, and Eric. Kris and Eric are not married and usually have some combinations or assortment of girlfriends there. My sister in law (from my brother who wasnt there) dubbed them, the Bunnies. So anyways...everyone who shows up gets a stack of presents. Usually the Bunnies get slighted the most, but that will change should Kris or Eric ever tie the knot.
The present unwrapping usually begins right after brunch. It goes thru lunch and into dinner. It's insane. Mainly because it is a one at a time event. Why? So grandma can see every person open their gift. It is a totally mockery of our societies materialistic ways...but I still love it. I love the jokes (the remote control fart machine) the ugly presents, and the cash that my grandma hides in places like jeans pockets, under lids of deodorant cans (yes she gives many toiletries), or in cards.
But...it's exhausting. So here I sit at 12:17am, typing in this blog that no one will ever read. I'm actually too tired to go to sleep. Dont you hate that feeling?
Hopefully...before the year ends, I'll have something more profound to say.
m
posted by Scarlet Snow ::mike:: at 1:11 AM
1 Comments:
I read this blog. I love gifts. Poor Bunnies, though. Money in deodorant cans? What a strange but awesome surprise.
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