User blog:SmudgyHollz/And Why Is The 11th December So Special?

Why is today so special, you ask? Well, twelve years from today, on the 11th December 1998 at about 4am, I was born! That's right, it's my Birthday!

We have the day all planned out! First, we're going to go to my Grandma's house and hang out there for a bit while my Dad goes to buy a Christmas tree. After that we're going to go to my Granny's house. My uncle Simon, aunt Becky, cousin Caitlin and Bump have driven there from Edinburgh and hopefully my other uncles and aunties will be there too. We're either going to have something that my Granny made for dinner or a Chinese take-away. My Mum has already made this delicious looking hazelnut and chocolate cake! Hazelnut, not walnut!

I have already had a few presents from my Mum, Dad and brother.

An iPod Nano (I know! Cool huh?)

A stripy jumper (its really soft!)

Night Whispers (can't wait to read it!)

Speak Now by Taylor Swift (I'm listening to it right now!)

And since I mentioned Christmas tree somewhere above, I have to tell you the disaster story!

It was two years ago and my Granny and Grandad were on holiday (either South Africa or France) when they realised that they hadn't bought a Christmas tree and it was only a few days until Christmas. So they called my Dad and two of my uncles and asked them if they could buy one for them. They agreed.

My Dad dragged me into his car and we drove to the garage to meet my uncles. Uncle 2 was saying that he was really looking forwards to one of the venison burgers that were sold at the Christmas tree place - he hadn't eaten anything all day. We all got back into the cars and drove the rest of the way to the place.

By the time that we got there, it was dark. So hurriedly, we got out and went around to where all of the trees where. Only to find that there were no trees. Except for a few knee-high bald ones of course. Uncle 2 sighed and went on about how at least we could get some good food. So we walked over to the van that sold the burgers to find that it had closed for the night! We all had to stop off at Subway, since my Granny had a tendency for having either no food or mouldy unrecognisable food in her cupboards.

When we were at my Granny's house and my uncles had finished their sandwiches, my Dad decided that we should walk up the road to the forest where they could cut down a tree and bring it back. Equipped with a torch that didn't work, one glove between four of us, a broken knife and a rusty saw, we went outside into the darkness. We were about halfway up the road when we were ambushed by several dogs. They ran away as we ignored them and carried on.

Up in the forest it was dark and scary. We found one tree, a perfect one, but thought that it was a bit small. We were going to come back to it if we couldn't find anything better. We couldn't find anything better. So carefully, we cut the tree down with the rusty saw and the broken knife while my Uncle 2 complained that the pine needles were jabbing his hands. My Dad and uncles took turns in carrying it down the hill.

By the time we got to the house, we were pretty confident that we had chopped a good one. So we stood it up by the door. The outside lights came on. Half of it was completely bald...

Now that was a fun night!

Bye!