Christmas Cheer

We're going to have to take this blog back a few years; back before last year when I was in the hospital being diagnosed with diabetes, back before the past 6 or 7 years before last Christmas, back to a time when I was little and believed in Santa.

When I was little our family used to go to Kearney, Nebraska to my grandparents house every year. Along with our family my aunt and her family went to. On Christmas eve we'd invite all of our great aunts and uncles, second cousins, and all sorts of other relatives over to my grandparent's house. There we'd have our famous soup supper, with the choices of soup between chicken noodle soup and oyster. I always picked chicken noodle. After dinner we'd play a variety of different gambling card games as a family. I caught on quickly and loved to gamble my parent's money. Then send all our extra relatives home and go to bed.

I'd wake up the next morning, super early! I'd rush to wake every one else in the house up so that we could open presents. I'd get a new set of Legos which would always make my day. Legos were the best present ever. I hate growing up... Now all I get are a bunch of clothes and lame things. Sometimes are I electronic gadgets which are just as good as Legos, but man... The Legos were: Bomb!

Then we'd eat my grandma's famous egg casserole. One of my favorite meals. We'd play with our cousins the rest of the day. Watch our new movies, play with our new toys, play board games. Later that afternoon, we'd drive home. A holiday well spent.