The Christmas Eve post.

The only present I have to wrap it my sister's, but I can wrap that on Boxing Day, since she isn't coming over until the 27th.

Uncle Brent was supposed to come over tonight, but by the sound of it, his car was giving him trouble. Oh well. He said on the phone (before the car acted up) that Breanne is coming over on the 27th, too. I'll probably have to give her some nice soap, because I never got around to getting her a gift.

So this morning, like every other Christmas Eve morning, Dad and I went to an Italian bakery (our favourite bakery, might I add) to get these pastries called cannoli. They're really yummy. Afterwards, we went to the library, but they weren't open yet so we went to Shopper's Drug Mart because Dad wanted to get pop. Turned out that they didn't have any Pepsi, so Dad only got a lottery ticket. After that we went back to the library, and we were still two minutes early! And there was so much snow shoved against the sidewalk that Dad said to give him my card, because I would have had trouble getting out of the car. So Dad went in and picked up my two books and Mom's book, and we went home.

One of the books is called How to Build a House. It's about a teenage girl named Harper who, after her father and stepmother divorce, decides to volunteer in rebuilding a house that was torn apart by a tornado. It looks like a good read - I've started reading it already.

New Moon, on the other hand, isn't quite so... appealing? In a nutshell, I can't always concentrate on it. It must be Meyer's style of writing - her paragraphs can often go on and on a little, like how L.M. Montgomery wrote.

So... Christmas Eve. I'm kinda floating between excitement and dread. I feel like Christmas is coming a week too early - the month just sped by for me. Maybe it's just stress - after all, my brother is now engaged, and it's another Christmas without our neighbor Bill, who treated me better than my own grandfather. His wife, Norma, is still living on our street, but... she hasn't been quite the same since Bill died. Plus there's the added stress of Angela and her stupid Christmas/birthday party.

Maybe I'll sleep in.