This Christmas was nice and simple with great food all over the place. As a Guatemalan, we open our presents at midnight on Christmas Eve instead of the American Christmas morning. This made it easier for my parents to keep Santa out of the equation; how could he leave presents at midnight when we were opening them? Consequently, I never believed in Santa. This was good because I never had a broken heart from a shattered fantasy.
Day after Christmas was my brother's birthday. We decided to revisit an ages old tradition and just go to the closest IMAX theatre and watch a documentary about elephants and orangutans and head off to eat. Does it sound dreary? Well, it wasn't. It's been ages since we were children and that was the tradition, but it felt good. I felt as if I was a child again. Man, I'm old. And my brother's older, too. I wonder how he feels.
New Year's coming. Then we will all be older. Oh man. =)
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