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You know, there's like a butt-load of gangs at this school. This one gang kept wanting me to join because I'm pretty good with a bo staff. "Napoleon Dynamite"

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Monday, December 20, 2004

SNOW!!!

yep er's we got snow....not a lot but enough to make it a white christmas...how cool

besides snow is kinda romantic really, I mean the clean up sucks but in the mean time everything gets all white and stuff...and really is better to look at than ugly grey.

So now all we have to do is wait for Santa to show up, and I heard he is making an appearance here at our house.

One of my best memories of christmas is actually not about me at all. It has to do with little sis, and the look in her eyes. I think she knows how it was done now, but if not I am not giving it away.

As a family we all went to church on christmas eve, mom, dad and sopheava an I. When we got home, santa had already arrived at our house but that was not unusual since he was so busy we got on the christmas eve list for early delivery. Now this is an exclusive list as not everyone gets on it, but after my parents pulled some strings they got bumped up. When we got home santa forgot to wipe his feet out of the fireplace and tracked his ash covered shoes to the tree and then to the cookies that were left out. In fact we didn't even leave cookies out for him he just helped himself to the cookies and grabbed some milk to wash it down with.

I remember the look on sopheava's face as she followed his prints to the presents under the tree, then to the kitchen. It was so cool, because I think it might have been the last year she really believed....In fact she might have already had suspicions but this put it off for another year or so.

I love this memory, it makes me all happy and stuff.


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