Christmas with you is the best.

Woke up this morning to mom and dad grouching at each other
about my present.
I didn't get anything substantial or interesting.
And I just lay there, in my bed.
Listening to mom crying because she was the one that had to take the blame,
even though everyone else had a hand in it.
And honestly, I could forgive her.
I did forgive her.
I have.
When the noise died down, I sat up.
Just kind of cried a little, I'm not exactly sure why.
Mom came in, brought me all my presents.
Said I could open them.
Her eyes were all red and she looked genuinely sad.
I counted the presents in the box.
1,2,3,4.
And then left them a lone and got up.
I gave my mom a hug, and she said she was sorry.
I told her it was okay.
And it was.
I hugged her and hugged her.
And for once, I didn't pull away first.

The power of forgiveness...it's something I
could never really understand.
But I think it means a lot to her I wasn't angry at her.

We made all the eggs we had in this huge scramble,
and had toast.
Mom drank coffee and I had milk.
We talked about lighting off firecrackers and
waking up everyone that was still asleep.
Because they all do sleep late.
We decided not to after we couldn't figure out how to do it later.

Oh, did I mention that the tree was outside on the porch?
Yeah.
Didn't like that thing anyway, it was ugly.

I opened my presents with mom, and looked at everything.
She added a few more things to the meager pile,
just a few things.
A pair of beautiful earrings.
A bead set.
A bath set.

I also got a book, a scarf, a purse, a cheap mp3 player, a jewlery sort of box.

And then also of course the things Gowri got me.

I like them all.
My presents, I like them.
It wasn't exactly what I asked for
(since I did only ask for one thing)
but that's alright.
I got my real moment.

Breakfast with my mom.
And then later taking the tree off of the porch and carrying it down the snow covered streets to mousey and giving it to her,
since we didn't need it and she didn't have one.

The turkey is in the oven.
It's snowing and snowing and snowing.
There's icicles.
Me and mom and made christmas rice krispie squares.

I'm content for now.
And I smell good,
from my bath stuff.