Christmas and New Year was everything to me growing up.
It meant my mom could finally slow down and spend the whole day with us. It meant that I got to see my cousins, uncles, aunts and grandparents. It meant new clothes, fun music, English breakfasts, too many pancakes, several servings of jollof rice and chicken, and free money from relatives.
This year though, Christmas and New year means sleep to me. I am escaping the hassles of cooking all day that came with turning 16 by hiding out in my apartment, and ordering food. The holidays mean a time to catch up on my series, novels, and sleep. And I can’t wait for them to come! By the way, Happy Holidays!
