Christmas

Christmas was interesting for me this year. I cannot complain about presents or family of anything, but it was just different than all the other ones I've had.

It all started on Christmas Eve. I really didn't do anything all day until that night around 6. We were going to my cousins' house in Monroe. So when we get there everything is how it usually is. Parents talk, cousins drink, and everybody pigs out on the food (which wasn't even good by the way). So like I said, all of the cousins were drinking. I'm the youngest so pretty much everybody was allowed. I mean I drank a little bit but I wasn't as gone as them. One of my cousins kept on going around to everybody and trying to take a shot with them. I only took two shots with him before he left and went on to a new target. He was not exactly sure what was going on, but it was pretty entertaining for the rest of us.

Now that was only on Christmas Eve. Christmas day was really wild.

On Christmas me and my brother woke up really late, and we went to open our presents with my mom, dad, uncle, and grandma. So we open all of our gifts and it was alright. I mean I got everything I asked for, but the problem was I did not really need anything. So that was fine, and we kind of just hung out at the house for a few hours. Then we went to my nanny and poppy's house. So everybody that I mentioned before was in the basement at their house, and we were exchanging more presents. So we were all happy and what not, so I leaned on my brother who was sitting in a small  chair close to the ground.  I guess I knocked over his water or something and he got pretty mad. I should just point out that me and my brother fight. A lot. So he sees that I spilt his water and he  stands up and pours the rest on me. So I got up on a knee and pushed him as hard as I could and he went flying. He is 235 pounds, so he took up a lot of space. Might I also add that I was pretty proud of my strength at that moment, because  he is big as hell. So I threw him and he goes flying and lands near my grandma on the couch. At first it was fine, like we just thought the fight would be over or whatever. But then I see a lot of blood. I look at my grandma's arm, and there is a huge gash along it. It was wild. But honestly, she did  not seem hurt. She was laughing. Then she took some alcohol and poured it on her arm and then patched it up. It was wild. So that was my Christmas. That is also the day that I learned my grandmother is a bad ass.