Christmas.

Okay, okay, I know... It's July 1st. What am I doing updating about Christmas? Well... I've been watching bones and I just finished the Christmas episode and it's made me think about Christmas.
I've never liked Christmas. There's always been so much stress and arguing and freaking out around it that I've just never been able to enjoy it. Most Christmas's the only good thing was Christmas morning when our eyes were gazed over and sleepy, Mom sipped her coffee and smiled, and we opened presents and played with them. The entire before and after was awful.
I think this Christmas was the best in some ways.... but definitely the worst in others.
When I woke up (around nine) on Christmas morning, my grandma was downstairs, sipping coffee in her PJs. There were presents under the tree, something I didn't really expect and hadn't known would be there. It was all things I'd wanted and nothing I'd asked for. I hadn't asked for anything this Christmas. After we opened presents, we got dressed and went over to my uncle's. He'd gotten a few presents, one of them being Super Mario Brothers 8 for the Wii and we played that all day. I shopped online with the gift cards and money I'd gotten, we laughed and ate Christmas dinner. It... it was wonderful.
But while all that was happening, my mom was at home with my sisters opening their presents without me. My mom wasn't even speaking to me Christmas morning. I couldn't even call and say "Merry Christmas!" to all my sisters.
I hate Christmas. I really do.