a christmas story

Since it's Christmas Eve I thought I'd share a Christmas memory of mine..

I think I was like 7 or 8 when this happened.. but one Christmas Eve morning when I was still sleeping, my dad kicked open my door so hard it woke me up and he screamed, "Someone stole all our presents from under our Christmas tree!".. I remember being like, "WHAAAT?!!" and rushing to our living room as fast as I can to see if he was being for real......... and he was. There was NOTHING under our tree. And just the day before our tree was buried with presents!

My dad told us that someone robbed us while we were sleeping and that he was going to hire a private investigator to find out who it was.. (lol) I'm pretty sure my siblings and I sat there in the living room crying ugly for a good half hour. haha

We were SO sad the entire day. But before we went to bed that night my dad sat all of us down and explained to us that we can still have a good Christmas without any presents.... that Christmas is about being with family and enjoying the holidays with them. At first we thought he was crazy (lol), and even though we would've much rather had our presents to open up on Christmas morning, it was at that point where we figured we were never gonna get our presents back so we might as well enjoy the holidays with each other's company. We were so bummed! but there were plenty of other Christmas' that we could look forward to.

Christmas morning we all woke up to all of our presents back under our tree! I didn't notice at first but now I realize that taking our presents was just my dads way of teaching us to have some humility. That sneaky guy! ha.

..so this christmas, there'll be no presents under mine and Rob's tree, but to be able to be home with my family & friends is enough for us.

merry christmas, bloggers! from my family to yours.

- the atigas