"I'm dreaming of a White Christmas."

No, seriously, I really am. This is what I get for moving to the desert.

Do you know what my worst nightmare is? When a little kid tells me that their favorite holiday is Christmas because they love receiving gifts. I hate that. I hate that. Ugh, that is so irritating.

Let's start with a little back story. Christmas...wait...not there. Further.

Ok. So. I've always loved the Christmas season. I loved receiving gifts and spending time with family just like all little elementary school kids. But it was never my favorite. Why? Because I didn't want to seem like one of those kids that I mentioned above. I once said my birthday. I once said New Year's. Or, most recently, it was Thanksgiving's turn. And don't get me wrong, all of those holidays are quite fabulous and wonderful. But the thing is, none of them compares to the spirit of Christmas.

Yes, Christmas is my favorite holiday. Don't judge, the reason why I love Christmas isn't because of getting gifts. I mean, sure, we all like that, some of my best Christmas memories is of me finding bucket loads (okay, my stocking wasn't THAT big) of snacks in my stocking. And yes, I'm always excited to mess around with my gifts. But there is so much more to Christmas.

Wait, wait, wait. Yeah, I know what's going through your mind right now. "UGH Stealthheart, you're going to go into a really cheesy monologue like what they do in children's Christmas movies!!"

Hey, are my monologues really that cheesy?

:,(

you hurt my feelings.

happy now?

Sorry. I should probably back up a bit further.

So if one of my favorite memories is of snacks in my stocking, then what exactly is my favorite memory?

Okay. I'll tell you. Just promise not to tell my siblings. They'll laugh. :,(

Ever since we were little, every Christmas Eve, I would (and still do) sleep in Laney's room since we either have guests sleeping in my room, my room was too close to the tree and I would be able to just open my door to go to the bathroom and see my gifts, or because, one year, Laney and I felt like it. When Wyatt would wake up, we'd all joke around in Laney's room, bugging Mom and Dad, and trying to guess what we got. I love that memory. When you're the youngest of three kids, you tend to fight a lot. I would go on a rant about that, but I'll just let you check that out in #IWISH.

So, remember #MONOLOGUES? No...? :,(

"You ever met that person who you can hear in all of your thoughts? I have a lot. For instance, right now I'm hearing MatPat because I've been watching GTLive beforehand. In fact, I hear his voice a lot when I'm writing these. What does that have anything to do with this, you may ask? The voice that I hear in my head effects the way I talk or the language I reflect through my writing. For instance, I was recently shown the "To This Day Project" video on YouTube, and it made me cry. Not just because I could relate to it and the message it provides, but also the voice it projects. The quote "They were wrong!" gets me every time because of his speed and his voice level. When your voice is that strong, it reflects how you feel to your audience, kind of like how your mom may talk to you when you cuss her out or break her favorite vase. I mean, have you seen Game Theory? That's pretty much the voice in my head when I'm writing about me." (quote from #MONOLOGUES)

I just noticed a grammar error...

Oop! Sorry. Grammar freak. Never mind.

Anyway, Who's voice do I have in my mind?

Bernard.

Bernard.

Yep, you heard me right. A guy named Bernard.

Okay, I looked up a while ago for the actor, and one of the things that came up was "Liz and Maddie." Really?! Come on. Did you really think I meant that Bernard? I've haven't seen a Disney show with the laughing sound effects in forever.

Seriously. This is a Christmas special.

Think.

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Never mind. I'm tired of waiting. And I'm too lazy to tap two keys over and over and over again.

Yes, THAT Bernard. You know, The Santa Clause?

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Ah, come on, they're not that old!!

Again, he's in my head.

Lol. Anyway, Bernard is the head elf in the first two Santa Clause movies. Basically, The Santa Clause was about a man who became Santa when Santa Clause fell off his roof, and he is trying to deny the job. The Santa Clause 2 was about how Santa's son was on the naughty list, so he went back to his town to see him. On top of that, he found out that he couldn't be Santa anymore if he couldn't find a wife by Christmas Eve. The Santa Clause 3: The Escape Clause was about how Mrs. Clause's parents came over for the holidays, and Jack Frost is trying to take over Santa's job.

Yes, and this is very weird, but Bernard is my favorite character. (I honestly don't like the actor too much though...many bad movies.)

I just love the role he plays! How good he is with Charlie (another favorite character, along with whats-her-face...his sister), how he reacted to the whats-it machine and Scott saving him in the deleted scenes of the second movie, the way he acted when Scott first met him and was arguing about the job, the way he talked to the elves when Santa had to see his son...fantastic character. Very well done. And I did like the actor. I also found it intriguing how he was also Joey in Addams Family Values...

Anyway, I have him in my head.

I was going somewhere with this... *sigh* Whatever I'll improvise.

I've always loved the Santa Clause movies. It's funny how I have extremely vague memories about the first, though. But it has always been one of my favorite movies. My dad bought all three a few days ago, and we, as in, us three kids, sat down and watched them together. Mom was behind us working on homework, but she couldn't concentrate. It has been so long since we have ever been able to laugh so hard together at a PG movie...

Again, see what I mean? Bonding. (see #LOOKUP)

Then I grew up. Joined the choir. Started acting (unofficially). Started writing. (Pphhh. "Started," Stealthheart? "Started?") Learned to crochet. Earned my own money. And, you know, those old memories just clicked.

I can't deny it. This really is my favorite time of year. The spirit, the exchangement (yes, not just receiving) of gifts, the Christmas carols (see #MUSIC), the movies, the decorations, the lights, the events, the time with family...

Now? I haven't relived my favorite memory of Christmas since Colorado. What happened? I honestly don't know. First we had an exchange student. This year, it's my brother last Christmas with us before his mission. He and Laney often talk of going to college together. Leaving me behind.

Christmas has been quite lonely. At least, that's how it seems to me. But after reliving that single memory of watching The Santa Clause together, I don't feel so alone. 

Merry Christmas!! Maybe I'll pick up another monologue for 2016!! Hope this year's a great one!!