Day 7: Have you been naughty or nice this year?
I definitely try to be nice anytime I can, and I’m normally pretty nice towards everyone. I think I’ve just been naughty to myself, though, which could get me into some trouble with the Big Man. But it’s hard to help it. In total, I’d say I’m half and half. For everything naughty I do to myself, I try to make it up by doing something for someone else, if that makes sense.
Day 6: Who is your favorite reindeer?
This is kind of a sad question, because not much is known about any of the reindeer other than Rudolph and Donner, since apparently their father and son, and Vixen, to some degree (from The Year Without a Santa Claus). But I must say, Rudolph’s story is one I can really appreciate and relate to. Not because he’s the most popular or anything, but just because of what he stands for. Someone should write a story or make a TV special about all eight of the reindeer and their back-stories - could be interesting.
ohhhh i miss you tooo soo much and i can’t wait for you to get home. (:(: we have to hang out lots during break and at one point we have to track down sean. if he’s even still alive that is because sometimes i’m not sure.
Day 5: Favorite Christmas memory.
I think I speak for myself and my family as a whole when I say our favorite Christmas was the year we adopted our cat. It was 2004, I was ten, and my brother was thirteen. We’d just gotten home from school, I was still in my uniform, and my parents both told us to go sit on the couch in the living room. So we did, wondering what they wanted (hoping we weren’t in trouble), and in walks my mom carrying a box that she set on the ground at our feet, my dad videotaping us in the corner of the room. All my mom told us at that point was, “Remember how we always talked about getting a cat?” At this point, my heart was racing, and both my brother and I bolted over to the box to open it, and lo and behold, there was this adorable, bug-eyed, giant-eared little kitten, no older than two months old, staring back up at us. At that point, the squealing began (quietly, though, so we wouldn’t scare the cat). Our parents told us the name they’d chosen was Harrison, after the Beatle (they’d always talked about naming a future pet “George,” but I was stalwartly opposed to giving an animal a person’s name at that age), and they also mentioned that she was a girl. For a moment, I was mildly upset that she had a “boy’s name” (hey, I was ten - as far as I knew, a boy should have a boy’s name and a girl should have a girl’s name, even though now I wouldn’t mind the reverse), so I decided she needed to have some feminine inclusion to her identity - so right then, I gave her the middle name “Grace.” To this day, her name in our family still remains completely “Harrison Grace,” and we actually call her this. But that Christmas was the Christmas I finally met the “little sibling” I’d always wanted, and she’s changed my life for the better.