10 more minutes. If I get up now, john and Sarah will think I'm such a little boy. The big kids don't get jittery on Christmas morning. They sleep until we wake them up so they can wake Mom and Dad up. I wonder if Christmas will stop when I stop being excited. Who will wake up the big kids so they can start Christmas?
Ok, Mary is awake. She's still little. She's only 1 year 10 months and 27 days less little than I am. I'll get up now and play cards with her just so she doesn't feel too little. Besides time passes quicker when you're playing slapjack then when you're trying not to be little.
I hop out of bed and look down. There are my blue pajama pants; they make me feel a little bigger. Just knowing that I'm wearing karate pants makes me bolder. I feel like I could turn a flip or punch a bad guy, but I better not right now. John and Sarah would be annoyed if I woke them up a whole hour and a half before they were allowed to wake Mom and Dad up. If I'm going to be this little still, it's better not to draw attention to it. I slept for as long as I possibly could!
Instead of doing karate with imaginary bad guys, I settle for that card game with my sister. I'm so glad we all get to sleep in the same room on Christmas Eve. We always bring in games to pass the time until we can go through our stockings. I think Sarah and John still like it even though they pretend not to. They still play the games with us...
2 comments:
What fun to reminisce. I didn't know you and Mary had your age differenc counted to the day. My brother Mark and I also counted our age difference that tightly. He was thirteen months 5 days younger than I. One time I was telling my voice teacher about my "baby brother". She ask how old he was. I was 13 or 14 at the time. I told her that he was 13 months 5 days younger than I. She thought I had said he was 13 months and 5 days old. I was too shy and embarrassed to correct the mistake and so would not go back to voice lessons even though I had dreamed of taking them for ever so long. I was definatelly not assertive.
How funny. That reminds me of the time when I screamed and cried in the car absolutely refusing to go into my guitar lesson. I had forgotten my guitar, and I was so embarrassed that I couldn't face my lesson teacher.
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