You can usually tell when a holiday is coming in my house. There are seasonal paper plates on the kitchen counter, the fridge is full of Coca Cola, various meats, and the freezer as exponentially more desserts that normal.
The sink and counter surrounding has dirty dishes, empty cans, and newpapers around them, and the entire first floor is cast in darkness.
Except the blue glow of the television, of course.
My mother watches tv from when she got up, to whenever she decides that the dishes need to get done, so we can make room for more dirty ones later.
Holidays in my house are basically just days (or weeks, depending on how long me and my sister have off school) where everyone stops working. Homework doesn't get done until thursday (or friday... or saturday...or sunday) night, and everyone mulls around, watching telly, drinking soda, and just lounging around the house.
No one really works. We pretend to, but then, 15 minutes later, we put down the projects and turn the TV back on.
Sometimes we go out, to a fast food place, or the commisary, to pick up a dish we are craving.
No one is really loud. We get slothfully angry. No force is heard in our voices. No rage lasts long.
My home is very sleepy during the holidays.
*yawn*
I'm going to go watch NCIS with a bag of chocolates now, I'll talk to you lot later ;)
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