Merry Christmas!

For my first real post, I guess I should talk about today... Christmas!! Yay! It's only my favorite holiday of the year, so I can get pretty excited.

I spent Christmas Eve with my family, which includes my parents, my two older sisters, my grandmother, my brother-in-law, and my two nephews and niece. It's been a bit hard this year to keep my sister's kids (ages 2-8 years) believing in Santa. A few days ago, my oldest nephew Avery woke me from a nap and asked why there was a present under my parents' tree that said "To Emily. From Santa" on it and that he believes Santa is fake. Good one, Mom... Put "Santa's" presents out before Christmas for everyone to see. The best my half-asleep mind could think of was to tell him it was a nickname for one of my friends. He said "Oh, Ok. I still believe in Santa". Woah... close call.

As if that wasn't bad enough, I went over to my oldest sister Andria's house to help her set up the presents under the Christmas tree. It was past 11pm, so the kids were upstairs asleep. My sisters and I were in the basement with our own version of Santa's workshop. After we wrapped presents, my sister Christina and I went to sneak upstairs and put them under the tree. As I have an armful of presents and I'm crouching by the tree, I glance by the stairs... AND THERE IS MY NEPHEW RYAN LOOKING AT ME. Crap. Epic fail.
Thank goodness Christina told him we were putting mommy and daddy's presents under the tree before Santa got there.

So... I discovered I'm not even sneaky enough to fool little children. Sad day.