Oh, Happy Christmas Day!!

My friend Raven left me a message where she said she hoped that I got that sitcom ending to my holiday... I don't know how sitcom-y it was, but it's shareable.... It all started like this:

In Latin America we celebrate Christmas Eve, there's a dinner around ten, preceded and followed by drinks (oh the wonders of everyone being over 21.... or 18, as the case is here), and we open our presents at midnight.

Not in my house!!! Nooooo, we are to curious to actually wait until midnight to open our presents. So finally the guy that works for my dad, called us and told us that my father and brother had borded the plane an hour before and were arriving around 1pm. My mom was extremely happy!! She was moping around the house, saying things like "I think that we are going to spend our Christmas alone" or "We should have gone with them" or "Maybe we could get on a plain and tell them to wait for us... do you think we would make it on time?"... that was not even an option.

So after Oscar called, we got ready (again), got a present that my mom wanted to drop by to our priest at church, and were on our way to pick up Bebo and my dad. I couldn't tell my mom this, because it would have brought her down, but I honestly thought that we were going to spend our very first Christmas on our own. I was just as sad as she was.

But they made it on time. By the time we arrived at the hangar, my dad and Bebo were already there. I was so excited to see them, and they had only been gone for three days.... you would've thought they had been gone for over a month.

Then we came back home... ok, so maybe this part was sitcom-y.... we arrived home, and when we go into the kitchen there was a weird smell. Mom had prepared Lasagna for lunch, and we thought that my mom left it oversauced (which it was the case) so, as is started to boil it started to jump into the oven...and it started to burn... and the aluminum foil (don't ask, because I don't understand why it was needed and why it moved) moved, making half of the lasagna seemed burnt. But it only seemed burnt...cause it wasn't really. It tasted good... not great like it usually tasstes, but good.

With the hectic morning that we had had, wondering "would they make it? or not" everyone was exhausted. Bebo and my dad had been up since like five in the morning, and after two failed attempts of trying to come back home and failing.. by the third time they were all exhausted. And so were we.

But still, we still had time to exchange and open presents... at 3 in the afternoon. Which was great, I got a bunch of books and book certificates, and I don't remember what else.. so by 5 I was curled up on my bed with one of my brand new books and resting for the Christmas celebrations. Bebo went out to visit his friends and mom and dad went to take a nap.

By 7 I was changing and doing my make up. Bebo came in a few minutes later after I went downstairs. Our maid had prepared something resembling food fingers that I don't really remember what they were. My dad was in front of the computer.. which just there you can know that it wasn't good. He got himself and Ipod, the one with 60GB and photos and all that......but he's a PC user. And apparently Itunes was not compatible with his PC and it made the program crash over and over. I was preparing some drinks for everyone. Dad and Bebo got vodkas and mom got white wine, I got a sweet martini, but instead of using gin I used vodka.. and it wasn't as sweet so I added a bunch of maraschino cherries..... and maraschino cherry juice... so we were talking and, in a way, discussing what had been going on on their trip... until dad got really upset with the configuration of his computer, Bebo got up and tried to help (he's really good with computers) and then something led to another, Bebo and my dad got into a fight because of the computer and the Itunes and the Ipod. And then, my migraines started. Yes! I got migraines for Christmas... as I'm typing this I'm almost kicking myself for having them, and wishing that I should have asked Santa for one of those heads that don't get migraines... maybe for next year.

We had dinner by 9:30 because I refused to go to bed without at least sharing dinner with them. My mom was worried. Bebo was pissed. My dad was pissed. And I wanted to crawl in my bed with the started bottle of Grey Goose and forget Christmas and make the head aches go away. Now I know that Grey Goose is not really the best way to get rid of my head aches or make Bebo and dad not be mad at each other, but it would have provided enough solace for that little while.

By 12, everyone in the city were happy outside with firecrackers and everything that it entitles... and I was in my bed, feeling as if everything was going on inside my head.

But the good thing was that Bebo and Daddy got home OK, even if it was to fight, and up until the point when daddy and his PC parted terms, it wasn't all that bad. I could have done without the migraines, though.

Maybe if we don't have drama in our lives then we're not really in the holiday season, huh? I don't know, but what I do know is that I might skip Christmas next year.

And now, after the Christmas drama I find my elf regreting the fact that I turned down an invitation from this really great guy to spend New Year's with him and the rest of his friends at the beach. I should have said yes. Darn!! Maybe if he calls and asks again, I will. Who knows?