Christmas Eve at my grandmothers.
We get there, and all the kids are loud. Everyone talking over everyone.
We start to eat the food. I mainly just eat nachos and fudge.
We start Christmas Bingo and pass around the white elephant gifts.
I get cupcake lotions.
My hands smell like red velvet cake.
Then, time to pass out the presents. My cousins only are allowed to open one present since they celebrate Christmas as my Grandmother’s house on my dad’s side. But me and my sister open all of ours (usually 2) there. So everyone got their gifts and all my cousin’s were happy. My oldest cousin got a pair of earings, my twin/cousin the same age as me got a awesome shirt, my sister got decent looking clothing for work, and my youngest cousins got toys and books. What did I get? Necklace chains and a ugly sweater that doesn’t fit me.
But on the inside towards my whole family that was smiling and laughing and loving their gifts;
This happens every.single.year. And it gets better! My family has a tradition that the kids get pajamas - this year they were just pants but that’s alright as we just wear the bottoms anyways. My cousins get the things they enjoy - Hello Kitty, Coca Cola, Angry Birds, Decently nice patterns in like black or blue ad what do I get? Pink.Flannel.Pants. I hate the color pink, I hate flannel. I hated everything about them. And my grandmother knows I hate pink. And she looked at me all confused as if I always loved pink. That was the final straw. I became the grumpiest child in a 17 year old’s body. 
I hated tonight. I will forever hate Christmas Eve there. My grandmother seems like she just dumps the left over shit she has lying around for me! While everyone else gets what they enjoy. And I get the shit. It always happens. Last year I got socks, just socks. Everyone else got like jackets and junk. Year before that, a dress, ugly one at that. Everyone else got nice clothes. And I wont mention the horrid pajamas I always get stuck with either.
I’m going to bed now, and hope at least tomorrow I get my straightener I’ve been wanting for a year now. And if I don’t, I’m going to forever be depressed.
