It's Christmas day, but at my house, it feels like anything but Christmas.
Don't get me wrong, we're not yelling and at each other's throats or anything, but my mom is on a mad cleaning spree and that usually means that you shouldn't bother her unless you feel like having hell unleashed on you. Yeah, I don't feel like being yelled at, so I'm currently in bed watching Family Feud and thinking about pancakes... which I've been craving since Monday. When I crave food, the craving really does not go away until I have the food that I want. I want what I want, okay?
I haven't eaten yet today, and I'm staaaaarrrving. I wish that I knew how to make pancakes, but we don't have maple syrup at my house anyway, so... even if I did Google a recipe, pancakes are no good without syrup.
It's sad that this Christmas was the least Christmas-y out of all the Christmases I've had. I had exams up until the 22nd, so there was really no time to think about Christmas when I had thoughts of geography, French, and Canadian history swimming around in my head. By the time exams were over, I just wanted to sleep. My family didn't even put up a Christmas tree this year. According to my mom, it's too much of a hassle to clean afterward... which is true, but still.
... But I guess I can't complain too much. I mean, I have a family, food in the fridge, and a warm place to sleep at night. I just wish Christmas could feel more like it used to. I feel like Cindy-Lou Who in the Jim Carey remake of How the Grinch Stole Christmas. My thoughts are similar to, "Where Are You, Christmas?" (if you haven't heard that song, you should look it up on YouTube). It's corny, but true.
I think that I'll just make Christmas a huge deal when I have a family of my own.
