1. Name a book you would like to see under your Christmas tree.
I would go to unreasonable lengths to have this glorious mesh of words under my Christmas tree.
I need it, I need it, I NEED IT.
But when it is Christmas, it won’t be there and I’ll sob a lot.
The best part is that I know my family will be whispering, “It’s that Aladdin book, isn’t it? Why didn’t you get it?! Wait, when does it come out? …Oh. Hmm. She really does need help controlling her emotions.”
2. A book you’ll be reading during the Christmas Season.
I was sauntering through the library and I had to pick this one up, what with its festive seasonal cover.
3. Favorite Christmas Movie.
Don’t think too hard about it.
It’s a Christmas movie, for sure.
4. Do you like snow?
Snow makes me happier than just about anything else in this life.
I am in love with snow. I need snow, why isn’t it snowing this year, help me please.
5. Name a character you you would like to spend your Christmas day with.
These goobers, of course.
6. To give or to receive?
I’m admittedly awful at finding Christmas gifts for people I love, and they usually throw my gifts out of the window forcefully as soon as I leave.
Giving gifts, though, makes me feel like I’m not quite as terrible a person as we all know I am.
It makes me feel like I’m really doing some good in this world.
That’s generally when I realize I’ve forgotten to buy gifts for a good two, three people.
7. What fictional place would you like to spend Christmas at?
Christmas at Camp Half-Blood does, in fact, sound like the very best thing and can I please go there now?
8. Fondest Christmas memory?
I genuinely have no clue, so I’ll share my worst memory.
So, I was five years old and there was this big, fat Santa bloke who was coming to visit my very Catholic school.
All the other little kids were very excited to chat with the impostor and his just as transparent companion, who was posing as Mrs. Claus.
I, however, wasn’t at all excited.
Soon enough, it was my turn to take a photo with Santa and while an older student attempted to coax me into sitting on Santa’s God-forsaken bench already, I refused to move even an inch.
Sooner than later, Santa manhandled five-year-old me and ended up squishing me in between him and his warthog of a “wife”.
With Santa’s sweat soaking my left side and Mrs. Claus’ nauseating perfume having me frighteningly close to hurling, they took their photograph.
All that torture I went trough for an insignificant photo.
You should have seen my face…
That may very well be the most miserable I’ve ever been.
9. Can you say Christmas tree ten times FAST in a row (pronouncing it correctly!)
YES, AND I AM WAY TOO PROUD OF MYSELF FOR THIS ACCOMPLISHMENT.
Annnd to finish it off, I tag these delightful bloggers:
Analee @ Book Snacks
Aentee @ Read at Midnight
Cassidy @ The Little Book Cottage