Santa Claus is comin' to Town!!

Merry Christmas Eve! I'm not so sure I'll be on tomorrow. Christmas day is kinda busy for us. but I'll try to drop a quick Merry Christmas if I can:)
Tomorrow is Christmas! It's cool to think about all the little family traditions we have around my house. Since I have 3 younger siblings (unfortunately, only 2 of them still believe in Santa Claus) you never get to sleep past 6 on Christmas. All my siblings come and camp out in my room, me on the bottom bunk, my sister on the top, brothers on the floor or at the end of my bed. Usually we don't really sleep. We sit up all night and talk about what we'll get in the morning...how excited we are to rip open all the colorful wrapping paper. Then when we finally fall asleep, we wake up at 6. I love waking up my parents on Christmas morning. It's always 'guys! wake up! It's Christmas!' To each other, and then we all freak out, and Max is half asleep for a few seconds, and then he realizes it's time to open presents.
Oh my goodness. I need to inform you of what happened last year. or...the year before? I'm not sure which one it was. Anyways. Max was younger, so all he really knew was that you get to open presents on Christmas. So he woke up before anyone was up, and went downstairs alone and started opening presents. I got up and heard tearing paper downstairs, and at first, I thought it was my parents wrapping presents late or something, and then I checked in the boys' room and realized Max wasn't in his bed. So I ran into my parents room and told them that I heard ripping paper downstairs and Max wasn't in  his room and they BOOKED it downstairs. It was really funny cuz they were half asleep. and turns out, Max had already opened about half of the presents. That's probably one of the funniest Christmas memories I have. :)
anyways...back to Christmas morning madness. After we wake up my parents (LOUDLY, at that) we all line up at the staircase,  youngest to oldest (of COURSE I go last) and my parents video tape us going down the stairs and seeing the presents under the tree in the living room. and after we open all our presents (and take endless pictures at that) we hang out and play with them for a while, and then go over to my gramma's for the whole family Christmas. We always get gifts there too, but since I'm older now the main thing I get is envelopes filled with money. I love my Grandma's christmas tree. It's a fake tree, and it always looks so pretty. You know how everyone seems to use those boring white lights? My gramma uses the rainbow ones. and her ornaments are so pretty. She has just about a million ornaments and none of those boring bulb things. They're all different, and some of them play music, some of them are miniature books. I remember when I was little I would sit around Gramma's Christmas tree for hours...:) I lived with my gramma for the first 2 years of my life, until my parents got married. They got married when I was 2, and then we moved into an apartment. I don't even remember where it was...somewhere close to the casino. and then when my mom had Bailey, we moved to Wentzville. I pretty much grew up there. Ahh...I have so many memories. I'd play outside with the neighbor kids everyday. and my next door neighbor, Devon, was a lot older than me and my other neighbor Britta, and so she took advantage of us. Haa...us, gullible little kids. I remember I was always the one to get left out. Poor little kiera:( We would play X-Men...all. the. time. and Devon made us believe that she was actually Storm from X-men, and if we did anything wrong she'd call Wolverine and he'd slice us to peices. :P and Britta was Kitty...the invisible one? And I was...rougue. The one who if she touches people for 5 seconds, they pass out. Yeahh, I was the lame one. haha:) anyways...we had Carson, and then when my mom found out she was pregnant with Max, we moved to live with my uncle in saint.charles for a year. Then we moved here. To good ol' Troy. Moscow Mills actually, but whatever. I feel like I've lived here all my life. So I guess you could say, I really grew up here.
I don't have any idea why I just gave my whole life story.
Guess I'm just bored and want something to do, so I'm randomly telling you about my boring life. Sorry if I'm boring you to death:P
But once again, Christmas isn't about the gifts. Who's birthday is it? CHRIST's! That's why it's called CHRISTmas? :)
Okay so...yeahhh...
So, me being the oldest of the Loveless clan, I'm in charge of making sure each of the children do not enter the vault of Christmas gifts. Or wherever they're hidden. I'm nice enough to not sneak in there and take a peek for myself just because I want it to be a surprise of Christmas morning. But I'm also the one who has to make up all the Santa Claus stories. I love talking to my little brothers about Santa. Last night I was babysitting, and I was talking to my 4 year old brother Max. and I told him about santa and he looks at me with this completely mystified look on his face.
"But Kiewwa...how will Santa get in if we don't have chim...achi..."
"A Chimney?"
"Yeahh."
"Santa's Magic, Max. He can do anything."
"Magic?"
"yeah, Santa will come through the front door, even if we lock it, cuz he's magic."
"and bring me PRESENTS?!"
"Yes, Max. And bring all the good boys and girls presents."
"Woah."
and then Carson fell off a chair because he was balancing on two legs, which I have blatantly told him not to do a MILLION times, and I say "Well, that's what you get. You okay?" and he ran up stairs yelling at me telling me I was blaming it on him." So then I ran upstairs and talked to him. and I gotta say, I'm gonna be a FREAKING. AWESOME. mom one day. After me giving him the 'we all fight but we still love each other' talk, after about 5 minutes he hugged me and told me he loved me. :) Those are the moments I absolutely LOVE being the big sister:D
and then while I was talking to him, he goes "I think I'm gonna be in show choir when I'm big. Just like you, Kiera. and Max too. He'll be in show choir. We'll all be just like you." And I smiled and told him that'd be cool, and then he looked at me and goes "and you'll be like 29 when I'm in show choir." and I laughed and was like..."No...I'll be a sophomore in college when your in 7th grade" (or something like that) and he got this worried look on his face and goes "and then you'll go away to college and I'll never see you again!" And  he just bursts into tears, and I go "Noo, Carson, I'll come back and see you guys all the time. Like for holidays and stuff." and he goes "Yeah, because Holidays are when our family is sposed to be all together..."
It was so. Cute. Carson's only 8. and he is gonna make some little girl very happy one day, because he is a little man. :P
So honestly...I have nothing to say. If you read this...and you know my number...randomly text me your favorite thing about christmas. I am doing this..for 2 reasons.
1. Because It's an interesting question.
2. I wanna see who the heck reads this thing.
(although I already know Al and Jake read it. Hello Al and Jake! :P)

-Kiera