Christmas is that time of year where parents can take pictures of you unshowered and bed-distressed without you really caring.
Christmas is that time of year where you are more than okay looking like a transvestite because you have on half the makeup someone bought you and are wearing new platform wedge shoes with your capri pijama bottoms, tank top, and an old sweater.
Christmas is the only time of year where you don't really feel guilty for eating two chocolate chip cookies for breakfast.
Christmas is the only time of year your family finds as a reason to cover up grouchy behavior with the excuse "Let me enjoy Christmas my way, and you your way."
Christmas is not New Years. Families can't make resolutions to be at the family Christmas party on time.
Christmas is the time of year for unexpected surprises, like your spacey teenage brother getting everyone a gift with a sentimental background.
Christmas is also the only time of year when you don't fault your brother for printing out pictures of that sentimental gift and saying that he'll buy it for you tomorrow.
Christmas does not mean your family will ever break out of its redneck tendencies... cue the plastic Walmart bag stockings.
Christmas was never meant to be filled with text receiving and sending, but it sure is nice when all of your friends wish you a Merry Christmas.
Christmas is John Denver's Aspen Glow, Brittney ripping up wrapping paper, staying in your pijamas until five in the afternoon, and being able to make hugs last longer than ten seconds without anyone feeling awkward.
Christmas is the season for my birth, and a reason why no matter how much older I get I always feel young and spritely.
Christmas is the only time that if you haven't been home in a year, no one yells at you for it. Instead they think of you as the best Christmas present they have ever received and there are many tears of joy spent on both ends.
Christmas is my favorite time of year.
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