Kelsey's+Free+Writing

Christmas. What do you think of when you hear the word Christmas? I think of a mother load of cousins, aunts, uncles, grandpas, grandmas, and of course my extremely unormal, weird family.

Now we go to my mom's parents house for Christmas and when I enter that house it is like a herd of buffalo coming to hug me. Then after the herd dies down i take a seet and wait unntil the food is ready. Then about 5 minuites later my grandma calls "the food is ready, come and get it." You could just smell of freshly baked brownies, steaming hot turkey, and the butter meltting in the mashed potatoes.

Now there is a herd of cattle that is realy starving so they get into the line before I am so I am stuck in the back of the line. Now by the time I get by the food it is already picked over and I get stuck with let's just say not the best dinner. The worst disaster was the turkey that I had was cold. But the mashed potatoes were still as least warm enough to melt some more butter. And to put the cherry on top of the ice cream, all the apple salad was GONE.But there was at least some brownies left.MMMMMMM.....GOOD.

Every year we do this tradition. My grandma puts every grandchids, 16, in a big bucket. Then my grandma would say, Kelsey (or one of the other cousins) is going to get a present for Regan.