If you’ve ever been to my house, you’ve probably seen my friend. My best friend is my friend. She’s kind, generous, smart, hard working, and so fun to be around. But she’s also the worst friend ever. She doesn’t know what I’m talking about. But that’s okay. I don’t care, because she’s my best friend. I’m going to put my best friend’s christmas to the test next week with these recipes.
My favorite part of the christmas celebration is the gifts and the food. The food is just the best. Its like the best, so bad, and the worst. Its really good to be family, but its really bad to be family.
I think it’s safe to say that my friend has a very high opinion of Christmas. She’s always found it to be a time for family, and yet she also always finds herself feeling like a broken record when the tree comes up and we sit down to eat. She always thinks the food is the best part of the season, and yet she just eats it all up. I’m not sure she’ll ever get it right.
As a teenager, my best friend and I would have to agree that Christmas is a time that is really hard to stomach. My best friend, however, never found it to be such a time. She loves Christmas and the food and stuff, while I just hate it. It is as if Christmas is a time for family, yet to her it is a time for food. Maybe it is both.
For the next two years, I guess I am going to have to put up with her eating it all up. I can’t say I miss it, but I also can’t say I still love it.
Well, what is Christmas without the food? I mean, who says that Christmas is not a time for family? As I get older, I get increasingly more depressed about the food. It is so much easier to just eat out all year. Maybe we should just go spend some quality time together this year.
As a kid, Christmas was hard. My parents, both working professionals, tried to keep Christmas simple. There was a certain amount of joy to be had from the festivities, but after a few Christmases we were all exhausted. My first Christmas I had to give up my favorite things. My mom gave me a set of her best holiday dresses, and my dad gave me a set of his best Christmas presents. They were expensive, but I loved them.
The problem is that you don’t know what you have until you lose it. I remember my first Christmas because I had a set of my favorite Christmas candy bars. I was excited to open them, but they were gone in the blink of an eye. I was sad and angry and didn’t understand why, but I had to eat the candy bars. It’s like that with Christmas. You think you have everything, but when you lose it, you know it’s not enough.
It is true. For most of us, Christmas is the time where we lose things we love. For me, that Christmas was my best friend’s birthday. I gave him a set of my favorite bars, but instead of being happy for him because he loved them I was mad at myself. I spent the rest of the day at the mall, eating his favorite foods, cursing my mother, and trying to figure out what to do.
Luckily, a few days later he got a new set of bars instead of the ones I did and I got to take some of his favorite foods for the first time in ages. That day was one of the best of my life.
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