I chose Christmas eve for this story because every christmas eve since i was born was always memorable and always felt like a fever dream because of how perfect everything was. Christmas eve was done at our house every time. I would look forward to my families cooking, everyone was in charge of bringing/making certain things for the dinner. Before dinner my dad was in charge of the prayers and during there would be so much laughter and talking like “do you have a boyfriend yet?” or “remember that one time..”. After all the kids would go to the rooms to play with eachother and count down the minutes until the clock hit 12. Once it hit 12 we would all gather around the tree and exchange gifts, hug one another, and show off the new gifts we got. Christmas eve wasn’t just about christmas it was about being with your loved ones.

– A

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