Every year on December 25th I open my eyes, jump out of bed and go wake up my older brothers. I guess you could say this is kind of a custom or tradition. When the boys finally pull themselves out of bed we all run to Mom and Dad's room. There, we jump on the bed like little kids and scream the same thing over and over: Time to open presents. Even at ages sixteen, seventeen, and eighteen we're all still children at heart. Mom and Dad will always tell us to wait a few minutes before going downstairs as a family. Ever since I can remember we have always walked downstairs in the same order. Dad always goes first, then Adam will trail not to far behind as I hop behind him and laugh because I can't help but be excited. Daniel will hold Momma's hand and they will walk slowly behind. When we get to the living room we all head to our usual spots to open presents. Daniel has the middle seat of the couch, I sit to the let of him, while Adam sits to the right. Daddy is always Santa, so we hand him his Santa hat and he will then hand everyone one gift. We count to three and at the same time, tear through the wrapping paper. This goes on for about two hours before we pile our stuff up and take them to our rooms and organize them how we want them.
The best part of Christmas is before we go to bed at night. We all sit around the TV with a fancy seafood dinner that Mom and Dad make together and watch old videos of the family. Sometimes it will be one of us learning how to swim, or and embarrasing moment in our previous year of high school. No matter what we always laugh and have a good time.
Christmas at our house is always a blast. But, without my parents and siblings, it would be a total disappointment. I don't know what I would do without them. Sure, we all have our weird ways to show we love eachother, but in the end, it all comes down to one thing: Loving one another. And at Christmas time that love really shows through all of us.
