Two days ago was Christmas, a very famous holiday all around the world. The day before Christmas, Julia and I decided to make Mom and Jeff breakfast. As I set my alarm clock for 6:30 A.M., I pondered what the day ahead would hold: Disasters, Surprises, maybe even some Mishaps (I try my best to think positively). Early the next day, I was awakened by the annoying little clock directly near my ear. After waking-up Julia, we headed downstairs to make the special Christmas breakfast. Here is a list of our supplies- 1. Bread 2.Powdered Sugar 3.An orange 4.Sausage. Hurriedly gathering these materials, I realized that I couldn’t find the sausage. While Julia was randomly toasting bread, I was trying to cut an orange into ”Good” slices. They turned out to be oddly-shaped wannabe circles. We somehow turned our poorly put together ingredients into a breakfast. Approximately two hours later, the adults woke-up. During those two hours of waiting, Julia, went back to “sleep”. She simply walked upstairs, laid down, and came back downstairs. It only took her five minutes. When the adults finally did wake up, they lazily yawned, stretched, and grumbled things that had absolutely nothing to do with toast. Sitting around the table watching them mumble and eat our poorly produced breakfast, I silently wondered if they had forgotten about Christmas. Ten minutes and a Disney parade later, our sleepy parents finally realized it was Christmas. When we got to the actual present opening, they were more awake and started using actual sentences and words! It was so exciting being able to communicate with the other people in my family (not really). It was nice to have an intelligent conversation though.

I got a good variety of Japanese candy that I can’t pronounce and a Nerf Vulcan ( Jeff got a Vulcan too.) Almost half an hour later, I was pumping whistling bullets across the hallway. Jeff’s gun had some minor faults with it and forestalled his presence in the hallway. Unfortunately, the box said ” Batteries not Included” so, the next day, Jeff ran out and bought some batteries for the guns so that we could rapidly fire at each other at a whopping three bullets per second! When he got home, we installed the batteries and began raking each other with bullets. An hour after the war began, his gun died. It made a horrible grinding sound that stopped his rate of fire. Mine followed suit soon after. So, in retrospect, my Christmas wasn’t perfect, but hey, there’s no such thing as a “perfect day”. I would also not recommend the Vulcan as a gift…