One year, while we were in Del Rio, I remember staying up waiting for Grandma and Grandpa to arrive. It was always so exciting to have them come. It made the holidays seem more real. That year (I think I was in 3rd grade) I remember waking up in the middle of the night and KNOWING that Santa was in the living room because I knew without a doubt that I heard sleigh bells ringing. I can't tell you what I actually heard even now, but I remember waking up at the crack of dawn and thinking that I must have been VERY bad. The girls got a toy kitchen. I don't remember what Michael got, but it was also big. And I saw NOTHING for me. How could Santa bring MICHAEL something and NOT me!! I did end up finding my present from Santa. I believe it was a watch, so it was hard to see in the early morning hours.
Then there is the year I spent Christmas vacation sick with mono. I was in college and felt AWFUL. I was staying at my apartment until Christmas Eve, when the whole family was meeting at Grandma's house in Spanish Fork. I walked home from work a couple days before Christmas, bundled up in every coat and blanket I had, blasted the heat to 80 degrees and was still cold. That's when I knew something was definitely wrong. So I called Grandpa to come get me. At the time we weren't sure what exactly I had, but I knew I wasn't feeling well. Christmas Eve came and Ashley and I shared a drink (probably Dr. Pepper, but I don't remember exactly). Little did we know she would REALLY come to hate that decision to share a drink with her big sis. I continued to feel really sick and got to a point where I couldn't eat or drink anything. And I couldn't talk. If you know me, you know how hard it is for me to not talk! So we went to the ER where I was diagnosed with Mono. I spent the next 2 weeks laying in bed absolutely miserable. Then, a month or so later, Ashley got her belated Christmas present from me. MERRY CHRISTMAS ASHLEY!!! Here's some Mono :)
I also love the tradition Mike and I have started. A few years ago I bought him the best present he could have asked for: a shirt from his favorite college, BYU. Mike always gives me a hard time because he is a University of Utah fan and I love my BYU Cougars. The BYU, U of U rivalry is HUGE in Utah, so we have to jab at each other whenever we can. So I gave him the t-shirt as a joke, along with an actual gift of candies and other goodies. The next year Mike got his revenge when he gifted me a clown. I HATE CLOWNS! I opened the box and threw it across the room. Last year, as payback for the clown present, I asked Mike what he wanted for Christmas. Mike normally responds with "I don't want anything. Save the money to get you and John something". Last year he gave me a very sarcastic answer of "I want a 1967 (I don't remember the exact year) Chevy truck" because he knew I can't actually buy him a truck and didn't want me to spend money on him. But in today's digital age I took to Amazon and found him exactly what he wanted. It takes up no room in his driveway at all! But probably occupies some space on a shelf somewhere. That's right, I got him a model of the truck he really wants. Did Mike send me a prank gift this year? I won't know for a couple of days. Mom, any insight??
The truck was a 1955 and the color is orange.
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