The Middle Grandchild is ALWAYS Forgotten...

    Christmas, I would assume, is every child's favorite time of the year.  There are presents, cookies, and of course, Santa Clause.  I always loved Christmas; mainly because I'm an only child, and my parents would spoil me.  As I think back, one Christmas stands out specifically...


    In our family we alternate who hosts Christmas and this particular year my aunt Dee Dee was hosting it.  I remember being so excited and full of anticipation as my parents and I stepped into the party.  As soon as we opened the door a burst of laughter and music almost knocked me over.  
    "This is going to be a good haul," I thought to myself as I looked at all of the dazzling presents under the tree; they were all so sparkly and some of them were MINE!
   After we devoured the Christmas ham and cheesy potatoes (classy right?!), all seventeen of us finally gathered around the tree, and my excitement was building!  One by one my cousin Amanda handed out the presents - first to my cousin Brooke, second to my uncle Dan, and so on - and I watched as each one was handed off to someone else.  
   "Okay, mine are just all in the back," I reassured myself as the pile was growing thinner, "they couldn't have forgotten me; just calm down"
   Pretty soon I looked around at all arms flailing about trying to tear off his or her wrapping paper as fast as possible; except my arms weren't flailing of course, I had been forgotten.  As I felt a tear come to my eye, my cousin Amanda laid the last present on my lap.  It was a gift bag.  A wave of relief swept over me, and I frantically ripped out the tissue paper and lifted my gift out of the bag.
   "This is it?!  This is what I've waited twelve months for?!" I thought to myself as I stared at my gift.  It was a five dollar gift card to Culver's and a dancing monkey.  What the poop...