Be prepared. I'm going to make a lot of Bangtan references to get ready. I'm gonna write this like a normal story but this actually happened.

I'm always so busy on Christmas Eve. First, I wake up super early (Early for me is 10 AM) and I find the fanciest clothes that I own, which is usually near impossible. We go to my mom's boyfriend's family's house first. I sat myself in the car and we left at about 2:50.

We dealt with the two annoying kids that were running around the house, fighting about who broke the Jack in the Box antennae toy. The only good, enjoyable thing that I found there was that there was a cat named Stripes. She was the nicest cat I've ever seen and SHE LET ME PET HER!! This is a rare occurrence since both of my cats hate me.

After, we had to go to church. Now, don't get me wrong, but I'm not at all religious. We go to church every year to make my great grandma happy. From when I was born to about 12 years old, I went every Sunday and loved it. Why? Don't ask me.

I snuck my earphones in and when we sat in the benches I put them in. My grandma saw me and mouthed "No!" In disbelief. She told my mom, and my mom told her boyfriend. I wasn't planning for them to know, but I knew that they wouldn't have any impact.

So, I turned up BTS and listened to almost every song.

On We Are Bulletproof, I swear the pastor was making these hand motions that perfectly synced up with the beat. I tried my best to hold in my laughter, but ended up snickering loudly and a few people stared at me.

And I swear when Blood Sweat and Tears played and Jungkook was playing the organ that it was quiet enough to hear my surroundings and the person in the church playing the organ was playing almost the exact same song. I shit you not.

Anyways, there were only two songs left and then we could leave. We had this thing where we all took candles and we lit them, turned the lights off and then sang the songs. So we did just that.

I remember being extremely childish last year and I refused to hold my candle. But I'm 14 this year, so no one was willing to help.

I swirled the candle around in my palms, as I watched the flame twist around. I decided to stop listening to music at this moment, but I still didn't pay attention to what the church people were singing.

All I could think was "FIREEEEEEEEE-AH~" and I had to restrain from laughing. Damn my trashcan mind.

The songs finally ended, and we sat in random silence for about two minutes (which wasn't supposed to happen) and then the pastor awkwardly got up from his bench and said that we could blow out our candles. My grandma asked me if I wanted to blow hers out because she was sick (oh god that sounds wrong) soi did. But I must've ate something weird because when I tried to put out the flame I blew to hard and fire blew across the fucking bench. I honestly looked like I was a fire breather. And then the pastor was like "Please don't blow too hard on the candles." And me and my grandma died of laughter.

That was the highlight of Christmas Eve. But today is Christmas! MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!! I hope ye get awesome presents and enjoy your day off. ( and if you dont have one, wtf? Work sucks) I;P