Today is Christmas Eve! Christmas has always been one of my favorite holidays. I've got presents for the guys and mailed presents to everyone else. We decorated the house on the first of the December and my cast was taken off about a week ago.
"Can we make cookies?" I ask excitedly.
"Yeah!" Pete yells. "Abby, come on! We've got to buy the ingredients!"
I run up to my room to get shoes and a coat then meet Pete by the door. Before we leave, I slip on the beanie in 'borrowing' from Brendon. We then get in the car and drive to the store. I turn the radio on and we belt out the Christmas songs on the radio. As usual, we get weird stares from the people in the cars beside us.
When we get there, I race Pete to the door...and lose. We go to get the ingredients and notice most of what we need is gone.
"Shit." Pete mumbles.
"Why don't we try a different store?" I suggest.
"Yeah, ok."
We get what we can there and then go to 5 other stores to get everything we need. I guess this is what happens when you wait until Christmas Eve to buy things for cookies. We spent a good 2 hours shopping. Finally we get home to an upset Patrick.
"Looks like someone is a Grumpy Stumpy." Pete says jokingly.
"Oh shut it! You're the one who took 2 hours!"
"It's not my fault the stores were out of what we needed!"
"Well you shouldn't've waited until the last minute to buy those things!"
"It was Abby's idea!"
"Don't bring me into this!"
"Just shut up. It's only 4, there's plenty of time to bake still. Let's just make the cookies!" Joe says ending the argument.
We all agree and I pull up the recipe on my phone. Pete and Patrick argue like an old married couple, and they aren't even married...yet...
We start making the dough with, so far, no mishaps. Before we can shape the cookies, we have to put the dough in the freezer for 30. During that half an hour, we somewhat clean up the kitchen then put a bit of flour on the counter. When the 30 minutes are up, Andy takes the dough out of the freezer. I put it in the flour and get the rolling pin. Just as I'm about to start rolling the dough, dad blows the flour at me.
"Hey!" I yell blowing some back at him.
"Watch the fedora! Watch the fedora!" He yells running away.
I put some flour on my hands and chase him. When I catch up, I jump on his back. I get floury handprints on his shirt then Pete grabs me off him. He holds me in place while dad wipes the flour off on me.
"Children, these cookies aren't going to cook themselves." Andy says.
"Yes mom." We groan giggling.
We go back to the dough and cut the cookies. Some were shaped with a knife, others with a cookie cutter. We're going to decorate them later, so it's hard to tell what they're going to be yet. Then we put them in the oven. Yet again, we need to clean the kitchen. Otherwise it'd probably be a slipping hazard, with all the flour all over the floor.
When the cookies are done, Joe takes them out and I set out the frosting; we basically have every color you could want (and a lot of black because it was Pete and I buying it).
We divide the cookies among the five of us, each getting the ones we cut. I make most of mine Christmas-appropriate, but I make a couple that are complete irrelevant. A llama, FOB logo, and cat whiskers. Dad made a few Christmasy ones and a fedora. Joe made a present, one that looks like a piece of poop, a...I don't know, and possibly a Starbucks drink. Andy is the only normal one and made all Christmas related one: trees, presents, candy canes, wreaths, etc. Now Pete, he has no seasonally appropriate cookies: a pizza, penis, countless memes, and one that looks vaguely like Patrick.
"Uncle Joe, what is that?" I ask pointing to the mystery cookie.
"Well that's a placenta cookie." He replies as if it was obvious.
"Oh...ok?"
"All of you suck at making Christmas cookies!" Andy says gesturing to our beautiful mess of cookies.
"Whatever. I think they're amazing!" I exclaim.
Dad says we're allowed to eat one right now, then save the rest for tomorrow. After that, we clean up the kitchen and I see it's already 8:00. Pete suggests we order pizza.
When it arrives, we take it to the living room and turn Supernatural on. It might not be the traditional Christmas Eve night, but it's ours. After few episodes, we decided to go to bed.
*Christmas morning*
I actually wake up early and run downstairs. Everyone else is already awake and someone made cinnamon rolls and pancakes for breakfast. I grab a plate and put butter on my pancakes, not syrup, just butter, that's my favorite way to eat them.
"Merry Christmas everyone!" I say cheerfully.
I get a chorus of 'Merry Christmas' back. We all eat breakfast together then all go to the living room to open presents.
Dad passes out all the presents from under the tree to everyone. Once we all have our presents, we're allowed to open them.
*timeskip to after they've opened their presents because I'm too lazy to write all that*
I thank everyone for the awesome presents them run up to my room. I grab the little thing I wrapped from my closet and bring it downstairs.
"Who's that for?" Pete asks.
"Timber!" Haha yeah I remembered she got a dog back in like June and I haven't been writing about her
Timber comes running over to me and I set the object down in front of her. She sniffs around then realizes she has to rip the paper off. Inside the paper there's a dog toy, treats, and a mini sweater I bought on eBay. Timber immediately goes to play with the toy and I hold her back to put her Christmas sweater on.
"Ok, I'll admit, Timber is pretty adorable in that sweater." Dad says.
We spend a bunch of time messing around with our presents, meaning we have a nerd war because I thought it'd be a good idea to get them all nerf guns.
After that I suggest we go play in the snow and they agree. We go outside and build a huge snowman and have a snowball fight. When we get cold, we go back inside and warm up by making hot chocolate. We all sit in the couch with blankets over us watching Supernatural. We're actually almost done with all the seasons.
Eventually, someone has to make dinner. Andy decides he will and we decide as a group to call Dallon over so he's not lonely on Christmas.
Dallon eventually arrives and we all have Christmas dinner together. I give him another present, which was just some picks, and he gives me a Starbucks gift card.
After dinner, we all pig out on the strange cookies and watch movies together. Dallon ends up spending the night in the guest room and we all go to bed around 11:30.
Sorry that the Christmas Day part seemed really rushed-I think I'm just getting anxious to finish the book and I've been trying to get a chapter a day up.
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