Christmas Day has gone extremely well. Today, there was no accusatory nonsense, and there was nothing but a cheerful mood in the air from the start. I got so many awesome things, I can't wait to go back to school and show everything off. I got some boxers that look like they cost a fortune - they're made of silk and they have dragons on them, and they're really comfortable. That probably all sounds kind of wrong, but it's true! Thanks Mom and Dad :)!

I also got that really cool trench coat that I couldn't wear until Christmas Day, 60 burnable CDs and 30 half-size cases, a baby dragon from my brother Chris and his girlfriend Michelle, a flawless writing pen from my parents, which happens to be both fade, water, and smear proof (designed for lefty's like myself). In addition to all these things, I also got a prismatic crystal and steel dragon from my Aunt Lynne, which is super-awesome, a dragon t-shirt, as well as a goldfish tank decoration (which is an amazing dragon), and the ORIGINAL, collectable, Fischer Price Dragon, and a brand new (and nice) watch, all from my parents. That was a humongous, totally grammatically incorrect sentence, but the things I got were cool and I didn't feel like listing them with a colon. Oh well, that makes me stylish I guess, right?!

Anyway, I'll talk about my day in chronological order.

My Mom woke me up by talking to my Dad about whether or not to wake me up. We then immediately started the opening presents routine, with all of our cool Wilson-Christmas-Traditions, and we had a great time as three-fourths of our family. (My brother wasn't here . . . YET!) After presents and eating a home-cooked breakfast by my mother, I decided to get 90 minutes of driving practice in (driving to Walnut Creek) to pick up my brother at his girlfriend's house. We left around 12:00, and it was a slightly stressful driving experience because freeway drivers can be incredibly stupid, tailgating, myopic, and foolish. Fools are often drawn time and time again to their folly, and the greatest of them seek me out on the freeway and try to do stupid things to me. It's a sad tale. I didn't drive home, we decided it'd be for the better if I didn't, but my Dad said I did a great job of driving there.

We picked my brother up, and that alone was an adventure. I love my brother so much, and I really like his girlfriend as well. They're both such artistic, creative, talented, and amazing people, and together as a couple - you'd have to be so mentally blind not to like them, you know? My brother and I didn't always used to get along - we used to be so happy when we were younger, but he matured, and with that he changed. He started to hate me I think . . . he did many foolish things, that he himself regrets. All this however, has been written into the tale that one may call the life of an amazing person, and I am proud to call him my brother. I hope that one day, many years from now, we can talk about all the silly things we did when we were young, and I can savor those moments till my dying day, because I love him, he is more than a brother to me, he is a friend, and a teacher whose mistakes I have learned from.

When we were finally able to get home it was close to 4:00 P.M., at least that's what my brand new watch said. We were planning on having dinner guests over around 7:00 or so, I'm not really quite sure because the evening just sort of flew by. However, keeping on topic, our dinner guests were Jon and Sherri, a talented and wonderful couple, and probably the families best friends. We play games with them often, and I'm sure you'll hear about them in some other entry in the near future. So, Jon and Sherri came over, we did the dinner thing, then opened presents again (exchanging friendly gifts, you know). It was so incredibly cool - they got me one of those shaving kits and mustache kits - basically a man's basic facial care equipment, and it's all in this one really neat set. It was an extremely thoughtful gift, and they said they got it because I am coming of age. I told them I'd put it away till I was 16 when I did my first shave *smile*.

I really got a lot of amazing things this Christmas, but I feel very spoiled. My friends are all so thoughtful . . . I think that next year I won't make the same foolish mistake, and I will use my money to bring them the same joy they have brought me this year - I'd rather see the smile on their face than the green tainted smile on the poison we call currency.

My brother's girlfriend read two of my essays and she said she really liked my writing, and also the entire family complemented my piano playing as of late. I feel so good, it's incredible. Not even the crappy things in life like all my old relationships are bothering me at the moment, I feel so good . . . nothing could be better. I have practically everyone I love but my clan, extended family, and friends in the home . . . My immediate family is all here is what I mean to say, and that makes me feel warm inside. Christmas is so wonderful, no matter what happens, it can't be ruined - not by words - not by actions - it's Christmas.