We had our christmas dinner and got out gifts. The day was filled with cooking. Starting with my salty muffins and gingerbread. To be honest, I’m the type of person who can cook and decorate gingerbread, but I don’t like them, to eat I mean. I don’t like their taste.
I do think the animals do not get all that fuzz, for them it is like any other day. There is some fireworks.
It’s funny how the meaning of christmas changes as you become an adult. I remember how I used to e so exited, couldn’t wait what santa was going to give me.
After I realised santa wasn’t real, I wanted to catch my parents smuggling in gifts. I knew they put those gifts under the tree. Now there is no special feeling.