Writer's Block from LJ: Share a Holiday memory.
One Christmas Eve when I was really little (maybe five years old?), I had a horrible case of Pink Eye. It seems like I got it a lot, but then I was generally sick a lot. For those of you who don't know- I have a REALLY REALLY BAD fear of things being near my eyes. This is funny seeing as I can actually poke (and move) my eyeball with my finger. Evenso, I have a phobia of being stabbed in the eye. So imagine my horror when I found out that Nana had to put a dropper near my eye. I didn't mind the actual liquid so much- that felt kind of neat- but I didn't trust her coming at me with the dropper itself. So there I was, in my jammies on the floor, sitting between Nana's feet while she held my head, and I started bawling my eyes out. I think Momma might have been trying to hold me too because at this point I was starting to fight back. Nothing seemed to work. So Nana, being the wise negotiator that she is, offered me the option of opening one of my presents early if I would sit still long enough, without screaming, for her to put drops in my eyes. Being the greedy bugger that I was, I went for the deal. I still cried, but at least I was still XD I still remember the present too. It was a white seal plushie and I still have it somewhere in my room.
After that, I was allowed to open a present every Christmas Eve. Until this year. I'm kind of refusing to do it simply because there isn't much under the tree and I like for Christmas morning to last as long as possible.