As I was reading through Angie’s blog I realized that she tagged me in this fun little Christmas questionnaire thing!
I had a serious post planned for today, but per usual I am pushing that back. whomp. Maybe I wouldn’t be such an emotional wreck if I could actually let out some emotions. Double whomp. Either way, here goes the fun Christmas questionnaire. Feel free to steal it from me. 
Spreading Reindeer food
1. Describe Christmas morning at your house when you were a child. Well technically I am still considered a “child” because I am not married with no plans of being so anytime soon. But if we are talking itsy-bitsy child… My parents locked us into our rooms until 8am. We were under no circumstances allowed to wake up our parents until 8am. The 8am rule only started after we could tell time, but before that Christmas probably started at 6:30am. The parents would be on their twelfth cup of coffee and the children would line up on the stairs for our annual stair picture. Once the picture was over and my dad had taken enough video with his handy dandy video camera of us yelling at each other, we were allowed to battle to the death to see who got into the playroom first. No joke, we push each other into walls and trip each other… whatever it takes. It isn’t to see if Santa came necessarily… it is because we want to win at everything. Welcome to a competitive family! It used to be so easy for me and John to always win because Jared and Jacob were smaller. Even though they were on a lower step John Robert and I would frogger move over their shoulders into Christmas glory. But now everybody is bigger me, AND I AM ON THE BACK ROW. It sucks. Last year Jared picked me up and threw me into the wall. I am not lying. Ish gets real on Christmas. Then we open our Christmas in order of who found the pickle. It used to be oldest to youngest every year just because we wanted to make sure Jacob was last, but now we have something a little more fair going on. After opening stockings and presents we head upstairs of a delicious Christmas breakfast and then enjoy the rest of the day playing with our gadgets. This usually means teaching my parents/grandparents how to use whatever they got for Christmas. I don’t know how I got to be the resident Apple Genius, but it happened. Now that we are all older a nap is thrown in.
2. Most memorable gift. The glass fish mobile. But we can’t forget my week late Christmas present, Tercy.
3. Did I believe in Santa as a child? Shoot homeboy, the Polar Express is going to pick me up on Christmas Eve this year. I still believe in the idea of Santa Claus, even though I “know.” … but really, you never really know. They say parents do it, but there are presents from Santa under the tree every year and those cookies are gone. Blame it on my dad all you want. I don’t think it will hit me until I have children of my own and have to deal with it all myself. Just another reason to stick to fur babies.
4. What is your favorite holiday recipe? Well, the only thing my family allows me to make is Muddy Buddy Mix. It is seriously the only thing I am allowed to touch in the kitchen during Christmas. And I make a lot of it… I get my yearly kitchen hours trying to keep up with my brothers empty stomachs.
5. How will I spend Christmas day this year? Like all the other years. haha It will be weird this year without my grandparents though. They have come spent Christmas with us the past four or five years and it has always been so nice to have them in our step picture and my Mimi’s rolls. Let’s get serious. I will miss those delicious homemade carbs.
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Haha I love this – threw you into a wall!!? Good Lord. My parents always just made us go in a circle, everybody opening one present at a time until we were done. On the down side, when you’re a kid, waiting for 6 other people to open a present before you can open another one sucks. On the bright side, it makes Christmas last a lot longer.
I like your reasoning of how you’re still a kid since you’re not married yet. That’s how it works in my family too, no matter how old or young you are when you get married! I’ve been considered an adult since I got married two years ago, and that means contributing dishes to the family dinner and no more Christmas presents from the grandparents, either! I’m telling my siblings that they should wait to get married and stay on the gravy train a little longer.
And we always went youngest to oldest for present opening, which wasn’t necessarily my choice, ’cause I’m the oldest of 7! I think I like your family’s method!
Haha. The wall-shoving and wrestling sounds a whole lot like my childhood with 4 crazy pants siblings. My brother was extra brutal and would always start hurling brooms or, the very worst, food from the freezer.
Ummm, excuse me, Little Girl, we NEVER LOCKED you in your rooms till 8am!!! AND when you were all little we were up at 6:00 AM some Christmas days!!! JUST SAYIN’!! Once you all got older and could understand the concept of the ‘rents needing a few blessed minutes of sleep after having stayed up all night “putting together, wrapping, stuffing, etc”… , THEN we made you wait UPSTAIRS in SOMEONE’ S (anyone’s) room until we could stagger out and get the party started. We even had to WAKE some of you up a few times!!!!
AND PLEASE, LET’S MAKE ANOTHER CORRECTION while we are correcting… it is not that your family will not allow you to “cook or be in the kitchen”… OHHHH, NOOOO SIREE! It’s the plain and simple truth that you, Little Miss NO Betty Crocker, will NOT cook or bake under any circumstances. Those “helping Mimi make roll days” have long been over for you, Homeslice! Just wanted to clear that up for all your fans out there who think we ban you from the kitchen…no, no ,no. Get it right.
I want to know what happened to #6??
This is a good post, by the way. I love to read how YOU remember “the way it was.”
Love, Mom xoxoxo
p.s. The pickle still needs to be hidden…
p.s.s.WHO HAS BABY JESUS???