The Art of Ramona: The Epic-ly Long Wait!

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

The Epic-ly Long Wait!

Three days till Christmas!

I feel like a little kid, freaking out! Just waiting for that moment to come where I wake up at 6:00 in the morning and run downstairs to open my stocking with my brothers.

We would sit and read our Archie Comics that we got every year. Though we would have to sit there and practically die from waiting 2 and a half hours for my parents to take the longest walk ever down the stairs. After that we had to wait even longer!! My dad reads the story of Jesus's birth every Christmas morning.

This is basically what goes on in my head while he is reading..

Ugh! Why do we have to read this story every year?! I already know what happens.

Hear that dad? I already know, because you read it to us every year. *Looks under the tree and finds my biggest present* Thats the one I want.

Only about a billion more hours until I can open it. *Looks at younger brother who seems to be struggling just as much. Looks at older brother who seems to be really enjoying the story* It's almost done, it has got to be, I have been sitting here for hours, my flesh is melting away to a liquid... Hey! If it's liquid it can slither under the tree and get my presents, and rip them open. HAHAHAHHAHA!

*Younger brother gives me a funny look for smiling so big.*

Oops I have been caught, pretend to be normal. IS THIS STORY NOT OVER YET?!

That continues till I'm on the breaking point and then the story is over and wonder of wonder, miracle of miracles, we can open presents.

Of course things are much different now, I do enjoy the story of how Jesus is born. I try to prolong the gift opening so it is not over in two seconds. Funny how things change.

This year Melissa took a picture of my eye because you can see the Christmas tree in them. Well more like the lights, but we thought it was pretty amazing at the time.

Here is the drawing I made for my dear friend Jillian! I am Ariel and she is Meg so I drew this. Yes, I realize we look sort of evil, but why not?! It makes the drawing more interesting. Am I right? Yes I am!

I would love to hear your memories of Christmas when you were little!

3 comments:

MelissaDecember 22, 2010 at 1:42 PM
That's HILARIOUS Mona. Haha. I was laughing the whole time. I love the drawings mixed in with the story. I'm still chuckling. And kitty just jumped off my lap in anger.

Love the drawing of meg and ariel. 'm glad you decided to give them faces.
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KristenDecember 22, 2010 at 2:51 PM
Your drawing of Meg and Ariel is AMAZING!
You never cease to astound me.
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vic caswell December 22, 2010 at 5:41 PM
love the illustrated christmas morn reliving! this is the reason we read the nativity story on christmas eve instead of in the morning! but maybe i should flip it this year... see the torture on the kids' faces? mwha ha ha ha!!
((really, i won't though))
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The Walrus and the Carpenter

The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright--
And this was odd,
because it was
The middle of the night.

The moon was shining sulkily,
Because she thought the sun
Had got no business to be there
After the day was done--
"It's very rude of him," she said,
"To come and spoil the fun!"

The sea was wet as wet could be,
The sands were dry as dry.
You could not see a cloud, because
No cloud was in the sky:
No birds were flying overhead--
There were no birds to fly.

The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were walking close at hand;
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:
"If this were only cleared away,"
They said, "it would be grand!"

"If seven maids with seven mops
Swept it for half a year.
Do you suppose," the Walrus said,
"That they could get it clear?""I doubt it," said the Carpenter,
And shed a bitter tear.

"O Oysters, come and walk with us!
"The Walrus did beseech."
A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Along the briny beach:
We cannot do with more than four,
To give a hand to each."

The eldest Oyster looked at him,
But never a word he said:
The eldest Oyster winked his eye,
And shook his heavy head--
Meaning to say he did not choose
To leave the oyster-bed.

But four young Oysters hurried up,
All eager for the treat:
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean and neat--
And this was odd, because, you know,
They hadn't any feet.

Four other Oysters followed them,
And yet another four;
And thick and fast they came at last,
And more, and more, and more--
All hopping through the frothy waves,
And scrambling to the shore.

The Walrus and the Carpenter
Walked on a mile or so,
And then they rested on a rock
Conveniently low:
And all the little Oysters stoodAnd waited in a row.

"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."

"But wait a bit," the Oysters cried,
"Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
And all of us are fat!"

"No hurry!" said the Carpenter.
They thanked him much for that.
"A loaf of bread," the Walrus said,
"Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed--

Now if you're ready, Oysters dear,
We can begin to feed."
"But not on us!" the Oysters cried,
Turning a little blue.
"After such kindness, that would beA dismal thing to do!"
"The night is fine," the Walrus said.
"Do you admire the view?

"It was so kind of you to come!
And you are very nice!
"The Carpenter said nothing but
"Cut us another slice:
I wish you were not quite so deaf--
I've had to ask you twice!"

"It seems a shame," the Walrus said,
"To play them such a trick,
After we've brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick!
"The Carpenter said nothing but
"The butter's spread too thick!"

"I weep for you," the Walrus said:
"I deeply sympathize."
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket-handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.

"O Oysters," said the Carpenter,
"You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?'
But answer came there none--
And this was scarcely odd, because
They'd eaten every one.