Maybe it's Christmas

Here's a few new definitions of happiness that I came across the other day.

Happiness is...

Staying up until 7 in the morning, even though you've been telling everybody you were going to bed since 2...but the fact of the matter is, you're just having too much fun.

The squeal of delight from younger siblings opening up their christmas present, and that it makes up for everything that you didn't get. :)

Finding somebody who will talk to you late into the night about absolutely nothing...over and over again.

Falling asleep only to wake up and find that little brother has somehow made his way right next to you during the night.

Dad yelling at me for eating all the pistachios that he bought for his personal dining pleasure.

The remnants of Christmas paper still hanging around and wondering how on earth I missed that in my search the other day.

Laughing hysterically at inside family jokes that we all know everybody else would just roll their eyes at.

Robot Unicorn Attack, and having the background observers laughing to hard that they can't stand up straight.

My little brother's laugh.

Mass tickle fights were none of us can breath after we're done.


Ah, the Christmas season. Maybe you can guess what kind of mood I've been in.