Christmas Eve with Taylor Hanson
7:42 a.m. December 24, 2000
I, Taylor Hanson, awake from pleasant slumber by the repeated
slamming of a pillow to my head.
7:43 a.m. December 24, 2000
Isaac Hanson, older brother, gets beaten down by said pillow
in retaliation.
7:44 a.m. December 24, 2000
Fight ensues.
7:47 a.m. December 24, 2000
Diana Hanson, mother, breaks up the fight with the lungpower
usually attributed to marching bands and the large brass sections of orchestras.
Giggling between two fighters begins
7:49 a.m. December 24, 2000
Giggling ends after threats administered…a bit more
giggling then the end.
Fight for prime bathroom ensues and quickly ends after mother
gives more threats.
7:52 a.m. December 24, 2000
After much muttering under the breath and personal grumbling,
I step into the shower.
7:52 [2] a.m. December 24, 2000
After realizing too late that the water heater in our home
has not finished reheating itself I step back out of the shower.
8:02 a.m. December 24, 2000
After significant checking of the water temperature I again
step into the shower.
8:03 a.m. December 24, 2000
Realize that the only shampoo in this particular bathroom is
Shocking Strawberry. Much grumbling begins.
8:03 [2] a.m. December 24, 2000
Debate over whether or not to suck it up and use this shampoo
starts.
8:14 a.m. December 24, 2000
Step out of the shower smelling like strawberries fields.
8:17 a.m. December 24, 2000
Zac, younger brother, passes me in the hallway looking like
death revisited.
Do not vocalize this thought.
8:18 a.m. December 24, 2000
Much ruckus is heard from the second floor bathroom.
Isaac ascends to the kitchen complaining about Zac's lack of
patience in the morning.
8:21 a.m. December 24, 2000
Fight over the last bowl of Rice Krispies cereal begins with
Avery, younger sister.
8:23 a.m. December 24, 2000
Fight ends. Avery wins only because I do not want to have to
deal with the attitude that would result.
8:46 a.m. December 24, 2000
Isaac, Zac and I step out the back door of our house with two
sets of car keys. Race between Isaac and I unfolds.
8:48 a.m. December 24, 2000
Race to the driver's side door ends with much pushing and
shoving.
I win. Much gloating begins.
8:50 a.m. December 24, 2000
Gloating ends after I am hit in the face with a glove.
8:52 a.m. December 24, 2000
While turned around to back out of our garage I smack Isaac
upside the head. Again a melee begins.
8:54 a.m. December 24, 2000
Battle ends. I taste blood. Anger simmers as I plot my
revenge.
Search for something to stop the blood begins.
8:55 a.m. December 24, 2000
Search yields 66 cents, large quantities of lint, old
crayons, more hair accessories than most middle-sized salons, unmarked CDs, an
old car registration. Nothing to stop the blood.
8:56 a.m. December 24, 2000
Car is driven back up to the garage.
Isaac enters the house to get napkins.
8:59 a.m. December 2000
Isaac reenters the car.
"What took you so long?"
Explanation: "I got sidetracked by Mom."
8:59 [2] a.m. December 24, 2000
My cell phone rings. Parental lecture about the dangers of
fighting while driving begins.
Back out of the driveway.
Parental lecture on the dangers of talking on cell phones
while driving follows.
9:00 a.m. December 24, 2000
Cell phone call is aborted.
9:06 a.m. December 24, 2000
Encounter traffic on the highway.
Argument over radio stations commences.
9:08 a.m. December 24, 2000
Quick check of the radio shows no viable suspects.
9:09 a.m. December 24, 2000
Isaac scans the CDs in the car and finds very little worth
listening to.
9:09 [2] a.m. December 24, 2000
Desperate for music of any kind we settle for Kid Songs Vol.
3.
9:17 a.m. December 24, 2000
Traffic is not easing.
After the third round of "Old McDonald Had a Farm,"
Kid Songs Vol. 3 is taken out of the CD player.
Silence begins.
9:54 a.m. December 24, 2000
Silence breaks with a strange odor in the car.
Windows are opened.
No one confesses to the crime.
No questions are asked.
10:07 a.m. December 24, 2000
Zac awakens from his not-quite-alive state and asks for
coffee.
10:08 a.m. December 24, 2000
Argument over where the nearest Dunkin Donuts is.
Car passes a Dunkin Donuts sign on the highway and silence
again is observed save for the occasional backseat grumbling of Zac.
10:12 a.m. December 24, 2000
Quest for good music begins again and a truce is found.
10:46 a.m. December 24, 2000
Enter the mall parking lot.
10:47 a.m. December 24, 2000
Navigator Isaac spots a parking space.
Much skillful driving starts.
10:48 a.m. December 24, 2000
Mission aborted after space was found to be occupied by a
Jetta.
The heckling of Isaac begins.
10:51 a.m. December 24, 2000
Endless driving around the parking lot has brought us
nowhere.
Zac proceeds to whine about the lack of legroom.
Isaac pulls his seat forward.
10:52 a.m. December 24, 2000
Potential prime parking space is rumored.
All passengers hold their breath.
10:53 a.m. December 24, 2000
Mission accomplished.
Theme song from Mission Impossible hummed in
three-part harmony.
10:59 a.m. December 24, 2000
The Hanson brothers enter the mall.
Hanson brothers exit mall after we realize we entered the
lingerie section of Macy's.
11:04 a.m. December 24, 2000
Hanson brothers enter the mall from the safe non-girlie food
court entrance.
11:05 a.m. December 24, 2000
Three brothers break up.
Plan to meet back at food court at 1:00.
11:07 a.m. December 24, 2000
Bypass the gargantuan baby stroller in the middle of the
aisle.
Step into personalizing novelty shop for a gift for Jessica,
younger sister.
11:11 a.m. December 24, 2000
Jessica gift mission accomplished.
Given instructions to return at 2:45 to pick up the gift.
11:26 a.m. December 24, 2000
Encounter foot traffic outside of upscale electronics store.
All paths are blocked.
11:28 a.m. December 24, 2000
Execute escape plan #1 and maneuver through obnoxious
smelling candle shop.
11:31 a.m. December 24, 2000
In line to buy obnoxious smelling candles for mother.
11:42 a.m. December 24, 2000
Still in line.
Debate starts on whether or not to throw money at the counter
and make a run for it.
11:44 a.m. December 24, 2000
Greet cashier.
Cashier recognition.
Cashier giggles.
11:46 a.m. December 24, 2000
Cashier composes herself enough to handle the $24 purchase.
Hand over my credit card.
11:47 a.m. December 24, 2000
Regret that decision.
Notices the cashier holding said credit card like the Holy
Grail.
Regrets the trip to the mall.
11:48 a.m. December 24, 2000
Sign my name as sloppily as possible so as to impede the
cashier from selling it on eBay.
Understands the chances of that happening are slim and none.
11:51 a.m. December 24, 2000
Outside the store I reevaluate who I still need to buy gifts
for.
The list is everyone except Jessica and mother.
Grumble quietly to myself.
11:52 a.m. December 24, 2000
Curse myself for not shopping sooner.
12:14 p.m. December 24, 2000
Inside a men's clothing store I encounter brother Isaac.
Drop clothing for Isaac back onto the counter while trying to
be as casual as possible.
Fail miserably and knock over a store display of socks
wrapped up like ornaments.
12:20 p.m. December 24, 2000
Finish cleaning up the display with two annoyed workers.
Apologize.
Leave store.
12:23 p.m. December 24, 2000
Enter another clothing store while never straying from the
wide main aisles.
12:34 p.m. December 24, 2000
Search begins for a cashier who is not on break, trying to
slit their wrists with hangers or handling a line longer than the Mississippi
River.
Grumble under my breath about how commercial Christmas has
become.
12:39 p.m. December 24, 2000
Settle for young-looking woman behind the men's counter.
Get in line.
12:43 p.m. December 24, 2000
Young woman is sent on break.
Relieved by a woman who looked older than dust with glasses
thicker than Coke bottles.
Sigh deeply.
12:45 p.m. December 24, 2000
Sigh again.
Rest arm on the clothes rack closest to my spot in line.
Remember the earlier incident and stand up straight again.
12:52 p.m. December 24, 2000
Finally make it up to Old Maude the cashier.
12:54 p.m. December 24, 2000
Maude finds the right pair of glasses to read the price tag.
12:55 p.m. December 24, 2000
Maude attempts to use the store's scanner to ring in the
garment.
12:57 p.m. December 24, 2000
While Maude is on the phone trying to get help for her
scanner issues, I take the price tag and swipe it past the scanner's laser.
Scanner magically begins working again.
12:57 [2] December 24, 2000
Maude is embarrassed.
To hide her embarrassment she glares pointedly at me.
12:59 p.m. December 24, 2000
Price has rung up wrong.
Mention this to Maude.
The flustered woman cannot handle this news and must change
her glasses yet again to read the price tag.
1:00 p.m. December 24, 2000
Argument over whether or not the item is on sale or not
starts.
1:00 [2] p.m. December 24, 2000
Curse myself for mentioning the price.
1:02 p.m. December 24, 2000
Waiting for management intervention.
1:03 p.m. December 24, 2000
Search for a sharp object to pierce through my chest because
I mentioned the price difference.
1:05 p.m. December 24, 2000
Angry looking manager shows up.
The glaring from both people behind the counter is enough to
make me avert my eyes.
1:09 p.m. December 24, 2000
Leave the store with my item rung in with the right price.
Silently pray that I never encounter Maude ever again.
1:10 p.m. December 24, 2000
Notice that I am ten minutes late for lunch with the other
two.
Begin running.
1:11 p.m. December 24, 2000
Barely miss cross checking a small child into a fountain.
Slow down.
1:12 p.m. December 24, 2000
Notice an attractive girl behind the counter at the sports
store.
Make mental note to go to the sports store.
1:12 [2] p.m. December 24, 2000
Continue quest for the food court.
1:14 p.m. December 24, 2000
Find Ding and Dong in line at the pizza counter.
Conversation includes complaining about me being late,
complaining about the lines, complaining about the people, complaining about the
boring music, complaining about the lack of good gifts left in the stores.
1:16 p.m. December 24, 2000
Conversation turns to the girl behind the counter at the
sports store.
Find out she's only fourteen.
Resign her to Zac and move on.
1:21 p.m. December 24, 2000
Eating commences.
Conversation is limited to grunts and hand gestures due to
the lack of ability to speak clearly with food in our mouths.
1:27 p.m. December 24, 2000
Linger over the last of the soda to work out a game plan for
the rest of the day.
1:28 p.m. December 24, 2000
Tempers flare.
1:29 p.m. December 24, 2000
Depart leaving Ding and Dong to duke it out at the table.
1:32 p.m. December 24, 2000
On the hunt for a poster for Avery.
1:35 p.m. December 24, 2000
Push my way through the picture store.
1:36 p.m. December 24, 2000
Find the dance section.
Begin flipping through the posters.
1:37 p.m. December 24, 2000
Find only dorky posters.
1:38 p.m. December 24, 2000
Curse Avery's particular tastes.
1:41 p.m. December 24, 2000
Continue the search.
1:43 p.m. December 24, 2000
Give up search and purchase a gift certificate.
1:43 [2] p.m. December 24, 2000
Laugh to myself that she will have to shop for her poster
herself.
Remember Avery's attitude during the morning's breakfast
brigade.
Laugh harder.
1:44 p.m. December 24, 2000
Observe the people starting to stare.
Clamp mouth shut.
2:21 p.m. December 24, 2000
Walk by aforementioned men's clothing store to check out the
scene.
2:22 p.m. December 24, 2000
Walk by casually again looking for the two employees who were
witness to my public embarrassment.
2:22 [2] p.m. December 24, 2000
No sign of them.
Store looks fairly empty.
2:24 p.m. December 24, 2000
Make my move.
2:26 p.m. December 24, 2000
Find the gift I wanted to get Isaac.
Am spotted by the two employees.
They do not look happy.
2:26 [2] p.m. December 24, 2000
Steer clear of Angry Employees #1 and #2 and head to the
registers.
2:31 p.m. December 24, 2000
Whip out my credit card and pray for a quick transaction.
2:32 p.m. December 24, 2000
Come to the conclusion that I am comic relief for God when my
credit card is declined.
2:32 [2] p.m. December 24, 2000
"I don't know why it would be declined."
Cashier gives me the because it has no money on it, Retard
look.
2:33 p.m. December 24, 2000
Angry Employee #1 has spots us and comes over to investigate.
2:33 [2] p.m. December 24, 2000
"Is there a problem?"
Am sure he practices that line in front of the mirror every
morning.
2:33 [3] p.m. December 24, 2000
"My card was declined but I don't think it should have.
Is there any way you could try it again?" All the while giving him my best please
don't mess with me look.
2:33 [4] p.m. December 24, 2000
"We can but do you have another card as back-up?"
His look says don't toy with me kid I control the situation.
2:34 p.m. December 24, 2000
"Actually I don't. I only carry one card."
His self-righteous smirk was enough to make me want to bear
my teeth.
2:34 [2] p.m. December 24, 2000
Cashier swipes card.
Wait begins.
2:35 p.m. December 24, 2000
Continue to wait for processing.
2:35 [2] p.m. December 24, 2000
Waiting…
2:36 p.m. December 24, 2000
Receipt prints.
Transaction accepted.
Am barely able to contain my excitement.
2:38 p.m. December 24, 2000
Thank employees and back away from the counter smirking to
myself.
Pray that I do not trip on my victorious walk out of the
store.
2:38 [2] p.m. December 24, 2000
Must grease up my ego to fit it out the door as I step
outside to the mall.
2:41 p.m. December 24, 2000
Step into the toy store.
2:42 p.m. December 24, 2000
Encounter some commotion as I turn the corner to the Barbie
aisle.
2:42 [2] December 24, 2000
Two mothers have started a screaming match over the last
Princess Bride Barbie doll.
-- Amendment --
Frankly I do not want to talk about what happened next. I am hoping that with
counseling someday I will be able to talk about the horror that is searching for
a Barbie on the day before Christmas with many mothers who have had one too many
cups of coffee.
3:07 p.m. December 24, 2000
Join Isaac and Zac at the car.
Isaac manhandles the keys from my hands in order to drive.
3:07 [2] p.m. December 24, 2000
Slip into the backseat behind him.
"You do realize there was no need for violence. You brought your own keys
with you this morning genius."
3:07 [3] p.m. December 24, 2000
Isaac sputters a retort.
Zac rolls his eyes.
3:09 p.m. December 24, 2000
The fight to get into traffic starts.
3:12 p.m. December 24, 2000
Yell at Isaac for not being a more aggressive driver.
Isaac floors the gas to pull into the exit lane.
3:12 [2] p.m. December 24, 2000
Zac and I clap for him.
He does not think this funny.
We do.
3:16 p.m. December 24, 2000
Still inside the mall parking lot.
3:21 p.m. December 24, 2000
Whip my cell phone out of my pocket and call home.
3:24 p.m. December 24, 2000
Talk with Walker Hanson, father.
Assure him that we will be home by four o'clock to get ready for the family
gathering that begins at 5:00.
3:47 p.m. December 24, 2000
Pull into the driveway.
Race to get dibs on the good bathroom.
3:49 p.m. December 24, 2000
Jessica is occupying the good bathroom.
3:52 p.m. December 24, 2000
Trudge up to my parents' room and prepare to beg to use their bathroom.
3:53 p.m. December 24, 2000
Occupied.
Mutter under my breath as I walk back downstairs.
4:07 p.m. December 24, 2000
Step out of the shower for the second time in one day smelling like strawberry
fields.
Not happy about it.
4:09 p.m. December 24, 2000
Step into my room to change into more "presentable" clothes.
4:10 p.m. December 24, 2000
Just as I'm standing in full view of the world in my underwear Mackenzie,
younger brother #2 flings open the bedroom door.
Shimmy into my dress pants a bit more quickly.
4:10 [2] p.m. December 24, 2000
In my haste, put my foot through the seam of the pants in the ankle.
4:22 p.m. December 24, 2000
Search for another set of pants yields three pairs of possibly clean pants, one
pair of 'not-so-clean but might make it if the lighting is dark' pants, two sets
of leather pants (black and brown), two pair that have not seen an iron in many
moons and one pair of pants I am sure Mac could fit into quite nicely.
4:24 p.m. December 24, 2000
Search the hall closet for iron and ironing board.
4:28 p.m. December 24, 2000
Search for an electrical socket in our room that is not occupied.
Isaac enters and laughs at the state of my pant problem.
4:28 [2] p.m. December 24, 2000
"Put your hand right here" as I point menacingly to the ironing board
with hot iron in hand.
4:28 [3] p.m. December 24, 2000
"Mom's gonna kill you. Everyone else is almost ready. People are going to
start arriving any minute."
4:29 p.m. December 24, 2000
Zac enters the room with arms full of wrapping paper, scissors et al.
4:31 p.m. December 24, 2000
Forget about the pants for the time being and start wrapping.
4:32 p.m. December 24, 2000
Isaac joins in the fun.
Zac notices there is no tape.
4:35 p.m. December 24, 2000
No one panics.
4:37 p.m. December 24, 2000
Zac finds the silver packing tape.
5:09 p.m. December 24, 2000
Wrapping winds down with some very sloppily wrapped gifts sitting on my bed.
5:11 p.m. December 24, 2000
"Screw this"
Pull out the packing tape.
5:14 p.m. December 24, 2000
Step downstairs to greet family members.
Silver packing tape works wonders on pulled seams.
5:34 p.m. December 24, 2000
Family shindig is in full swing as more family members arrive with arms full of
presents.
5:36 p.m. December 24, 2000
Zac questions, "What happened with your pants?"
5:38 p.m. December 24, 2000
I roll up my pants to show silver packing tape wrapped around the ankle.
Much giggling follows.
6:41 p.m. December 24, 2000
Game of paper, rock, scissor over who gets punted to the "children's
table" is won by Zac.
6:45 p.m. December 24, 2000
Bump my knees on the card table for the third time while watching cousin Jon
snort milk up his nose through a straw.
6:46 p.m. December 24, 2000
Observe the Jell-O mold that my aunt has brought with her.
Cringe as I notice the fruit float in it is actually floating.
6:47 p.m. December 24, 2000
Try to engage cousin Aimee into conversation.
6:48 p.m. December 24, 2000
Give up after I realize she is reading a Harry Potter that is in her lap.
6:48 [2] p.m. December 24, 2000
Mentally congratulate Aimee for her inventiveness.
6:49 p.m. December 24, 2000
Excuse myself from table.
6:52 p.m. December 24, 2000
Sit back down with copy of Reader's Digest stuffed into the back of my pants.
Enjoy the rest of the meal while ignoring cousin Jon.
7:02 p.m. December 24, 2000
Gift opening is initiated after the younger family members get so annoying that
even the most patient of people cannot deny it.
7:05 p.m. December 24, 2000
Zoe opens her Barbie doll.
7:07 p.m. December 24, 2000
Barbie doll that I fought so hard to claim as my own is thrown aside in favor of
a Blue Clue's dog that talks back.
Weep for the Barbie doll.
7:08 p.m. December 24, 2000
Plan the demise of the talking dog while opening my annual sweater from Aunt
Susan.
Paste fake smile on my face as I realize that this year's sweater is yellow with
pink accents in it.
7:10 p.m. December 24, 2000
Bury said sweater in ball of old wrapping paper, hoping someone will throw it
away.
7:10 [2] p.m. December 24, 2000
Father notices.
Gives the evil eye.
Quietly fold sweater up and openly gush about the choice of colors.
7:16 p.m. December 24, 2000
Find that one last present under the tree that someone has forgotten to put a
nametag on.
7:17 p.m. December 24, 2000
Watch as parents look to one another in the hopes that one will claim it before
a child mistakenly opens it, thinking it is theirs.
7:19 p.m. December 24, 2000
Mother opens the gift.
7:21 p.m. December 24, 2000
Cousin Aimee nearly tackles my mother in her haste to get her hands on her Harry
Potter related book.
7:24 p.m. December 24, 2000
Sound of Music is put into the VCR.
7:25 p.m. December 24, 2000
Hanson siblings Isaac, Jessica, Avery, and myself begin our taunting of the
movie.
7:49 p.m. December 24, 2000
"I am sixteen going on seventeen" scene plays and much giggling
ensues.
7:50 p.m. December 24, 2000
Aunt Susan steps into the room. "You are horrible. This movie is a
classic."
7:51 p.m. December 24, 2000
Mocking of Aunt Susan begins after she has left the room.
9:18 p.m. December 24, 2000
All pack into the family van to head to church.
9:19 p.m. December 24, 2000
Nine- tenths of the family embark on trip down Whiny Child Lane as they begin
complaining about lack of room.
9:21 p.m. December 24, 2000
While searching for a radio station we can all agree on Mother passes a
Christina Aguilera song.
Zoe nearly cuts herself in half with the seatbelt she jumps up so fast.
9:22 p.m. December 24, 2000
We all bob our heads to Christina "Come On Over" Aguilera.
9:23 p.m. December 24, 2000
Zoe is content for the rest of the car ride.
Silence.
9:42 p.m. December 24, 2000
Family unhinges itself from the van and step into the church.
9:46 p.m. December 24, 2000
Family is bookended by Mother and Father in the hopes that a parent on each end
will alleviate the urge to talk/giggle/breathe heavily/cause trouble/laugh/taunt
others/poke/prod/kick/pinch/tickle/and or make any bodily function noises.
9:48 p.m. December 24, 2000
The children understand the parents' efforts but can only control themselves for
no more than two minutes at a time.
Chatting begins.
9:48 [2] p.m. December 24, 2000
Mother begins her tyrade. "Zac!"
"Zoe"
"Avery" followed by the evil eye.
9:51 p.m. December 24, 2000
Mackenzie who is sitting next to my mother decides his seat isn't good enough
and vaults himself over most of the other siblings to sit next to me.
9:52 p.m. December 24, 2000
Mac wants to talk.
9:53 p.m. December 24, 2000
Father leans in to give Mac a pep talk.
9:54 p.m. December 24, 2000
Mac pouts.
9:55 p.m. December 24, 2000
Mac begins to play with the hem of my pants.
9:55 [2] p.m. December 24, 2000
Mac notices the tape and laughs.
Mac feels he must find someone else to share this new-found knowledge with so he
pokes sister Jessica and shows her.
9:56 p.m. December 24, 2000
Father notices.
He tries hard not to laugh and keep his stern look.
Fails.
All the children are now staring at the hem of my pants.
9:57 p.m. December 24, 2000
Mother notices.
Silence once again.
Mother gives the evil eye accompanied by the we will discuss this later
look.
9:58 p.m. December 24, 2000
Mother turns her head back to the front of the church.
All six children turn to me with looks of sympathy and you are so dead.
10:01 p.m. December 24, 2000
Begin thinking of all the ways my mother can punish me for my lack of décor in
church.
10:12 p.m. December 24, 2000
Still counting the ways.
10:44 p.m. December 24, 2000
Congregation encircles the church for the candlelight portion of the service.
Mother never understands this part. She watches the children closely as they
have been given fire to hold for an extended period of time.
10:46 p.m. December 24, 2000
Family waits to see if Zac will burn himself this year with the wax.
10:47 p.m. December 24, 2000
OUCH!
All is right with the Hanson family.
10:52 p.m. December 24, 2000
Family packs back into the van for the ride home.
Christmas caroling begins.
10:53 p.m. December 24, 2000
Anxious faces turn to see if anyone knows anything but the first verse to any
Christmas carol.
10:56 p.m. December 24, 2000
Family makes it to seven swans are swimming when we finally abandon the Twelve
Days of Christmas carol.
11:01 p.m. December 24, 2000
Carry a sleeping Zoe up to her room.
11:03 p.m. December 24, 2000
Assure Zoe that Santa will visit and she will get her presents.
11:03 [2] p.m. December 24, 2000
Reassure Zoe that even though she put a worm in Mackenzie's bed Santa will
visit.
11:04 p.m. December 24, 2000
Discover that Zoe was the one who stole my tape recorder back in the summer to
tape her voice singing.
11:06 p.m. December 24, 2000
Zoe continues her confessional.
11:09 p.m. December 24, 2000
Assure her yet again that Santa is a forgiving fellow and will visit.
11:11 p.m. December 24, 2000
After a quick inventory of the kitchen I take a handful of cookies up to my
room.
11:15 p.m. December 24, 2000
Impromptu Christmas party begins as Zac steals cans of soda from the
refrigerator.
11:21 p.m. December 24, 2000
Other children start filtering in to partake of the contraband foodstuffs.
11:25 p.m. December 24, 2000
Zoe, intent of making sure that Santa doesn't stiff her by association, comes in
to investigate.
11:29 p.m. December 24, 2000
All members of the Hanson family under the age of 21 bunker down for an evening
of chatting, eating and trying to keep our voices low.
12:07 a.m. December 25, 2000
Zoe and Mackenzie are asleep. Jessica and Avery have claimed Isaac's and my
beds. Zac is still wide-awake playing a computer game.
12:11 p.m. December 25, 2000
Isaac and I hide the evidence of our jailbreak party.
Move Mac and Zoe back to their beds.
12:15 p.m. December 25, 2000
Isaac and I claim Avery and Jessica's beds for ourselves.
12:21 p.m. December 25, 2000
Isaac and myself giggle like children as we hear "Santa" stumble down
the stairs to the Christmas tree, arms full of presents.
Merry Christmas!
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