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When I was younger, Christmas was all about me and what I was getting. In the past few years, it's stopped being so exciting. Honestly, now it's more about buying presents for my cousins1 and seeing their excitement. This year, it goes a little further than that.

My cousin is seven years old and in grade one. She has a friend whose mother hasn't been able to provide her with the basic necessities. She's been living with my cousin and her parents for the past week and probably will for awhile (maybe even permanently).

Now, you have to understand that this little girl is thrilled to have her own room with her own bed at my aunt and uncle's house. She's been sleeping on the sofa, which is in the living room, which is where her mother parties all night long. She usually starts the school year without the proper school supplies. Her snowsuit doesn't fit her – in Canada! You kind of need a proper snowsuit when it actually, you know, snows with some frequency. I can't imagine how she's going to feel when she gets to open presents on Christmas day.

Up until now, I haven't given it much thought. I've had the basics and I've had the luxuries, and I've taken it all for granted, and here is a small girl who's just happy to have her own bed. But, you know, the awesome thing about having these luxuries is that I have this platform called a blog, so I can share this story with you.

My mother and I are going shopping for my cousins soon, and we're of course going to buy this little girl a present too. I'm really excited to buy something for her, and even more excited to meet her. I've been thinking a lot about this lately, and I'm glad to be reminded about what's really important. At this time of year, it's easy to get caught up in the stress. It's easy to worry about your presents and worry about getting all your shopping done and worry about things that just aren't that important. Maybe this sounds preachy, and I know how annoying that is, but try to remember what really is important.

  1. who are 4, 6, and 7 []
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I know I've been posting a lot of Christmas-related entries lately, but, hey, 'tis the season, right? Here is another one for you. This one is another story. It's not funny, however. It's a heartwarming tale of love between two siblings.

You may know that I have a brother, who we will call Bighead. Bighead is three years younger than me. This means that we're pretty close, especially at this point. (A few years ago, a three-year age gap was more significant than it is now.)

When Bighead was in kindergarten, his class wrote letters to Santa. (I remember doing this too.) Now, I don't know how it works in other places, but in Canada, you write to "Santa Claus, North Pole, H0H 0HO".1 Then, some poor postal worker has to fill out form letter after form letter with children's names. Some of them will write a short line on the bottom to show that they sort of read the letter, like "P.S. I hope you get that PS3 you wanted!" So, Bighead wrote his letter in his 5-year-old handwriting2 and gave it to his teacher to mail to Santa.

I don't know what exactly happened, but all the kids started receiving their letters back and Bighead didn't have one. Maybe his teacher lost it; maybe the post office lost it. All I know is that he never got a letter from the post office Santa. He was quite devastated, so one evening I decided to make him feel better. By this point, I was 8 and knew that there was no Santa, so I decided to be Santa.3 I got out my green pen4 and wrote him a long, personalised letter in a fancy script. Then I put it into a red envelope5 and handed it to my mom.

She knew exactly what to do. She went to the front hallway and came out a minute later with the letter in her hand. She called my brother and told him that she found this letter, and it was addressed to him, and she must have missed it that morning when she got the mail.

Bighead was delighted. He ripped open the letter and devoured every word, fully believing that Santa Claus had written it to him. He brought it to school the next day and made every single five-year-old child jealous that they got back form letters6 and he got back a REAL LIVE LETTER FROM SANTA.

  1. Our postal codes are 6 characters, alternating between a letter and a digit. []
  2. which has barely improved []
  3. Now I really am Santa; I eat the snacks my small cousins leave out for him, which makes me kind of sad. I left snacks for him until I was 13. []
  4. because green is a Christmas colour []
  5. because red is also a Christmas colour []
  6. they knew the letters weren't real; they weren't stupid []


Nov. 12th, 2009 09:46 pm
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On Tuesday, I stayed home from school. Why? I was getting braces. It's a bit late in the game; most of my friends have had their braces for a few years now, and are getting theirs off soon. Luckily, I'm only supposed to have mine for 9-18 months, so I should have them off before I graduate1.

Let me tell you something: braces hurt. They will probably also cause me to lose at least a little weight, due to the restrictions of what I can eat, especially right now. I cannot chew anything. Not chips2, not chicken wings3, not even relatively soft things like cooked carrots or cantaloupe. If it requires chewing, I can't eat it. So, for the past few days, I have been living exclusively on Jello, pudding, and soup.

I got my braces on 12:30 PM on Tuesday, and I had to go to my school at 6:30 to be a tour guide for the grade 8 open house. It was okay at first, but the pain started kicking in and it was a bit hard to concentrate. Luckily, my tour guiding partner is one of my friends, and the whole night was amazingly fun… too bad my teeth took away from it a bit!

Last night, it got so bad on my top teeth that I ended up lightly punching my lower jaw to make the pain even. (Um… yeah. It worked, okay?) I considered going to my orthodontist and begging her to take the stupid braces off, but then I remembered that I am not a quitter. Besides, I want to have nice teeth!

I feel so high tech now. Between my contacts and my new braces, I'm finally part of ~the modern age~. Unfortunately, those two things do slow me down in the morning… it takes a few minutes to put my contacts in, and brushing with braces is slow and a little painful!

  1. and maybe even before next school year []
  2. my mother bought me a bag of Doritos since it's Office night, but I can't eat them []
  3. I was invited to have some wings by someone I babysit for last night; I had to decline []



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