novelistic nomad

Good morning, Internet! I hope everyone had a Merry Christmas yesterday. Or, if you don’t celebrate Christmas, I hope you all had a wonderful day regardless.

A few days ago I made a post about how I have been channeling my inner Cindy Lou Who this holiday season. While I did my darndest to find my Christmas spirit, it just didn’t happen this year… And that’s okay. I still had a great day.

Mostly.

My family has a tradition: On Christmas Eve, everyone opens our stockings and one gift from under the tree. All of the other gifts are not to be opened until Christmas morning. This allows us to basically stretch out the festivities for an additional day.

However, traditions are meant to be broken.

As we were all up late, my youngest brother asked if we could go ahead and open the gifts. Who were we to say no? So, that is exactly what we did. We all took turns opening our gifts and were finished around 2 A.M. EST.

I received a day trip to Salem, MA (on my bucket list), two necklaces, pajamas, and… Earrings. Mind you, I loved all of my gifts and appreciate the thought that went into each and every single one; however, I can attest that I will be feeling a certain way about the earrings for a little while.

You see, as we were opening gifts I was also running back and forth to the kitchen as I was in the middle of cooking when this impromptu decision was made. I had been placed in charge of desserts and baking the dressing, and I am not a fan of turkey so I was also baking chicken.

I know what you’re thinking: What does cooking and gift exchanges have to do with Kim Kardashian? Well, it doesn’t… Yet.

Because of my multitasking, I found myself leaving my tangible gifts in a small pile on a table in the living room. I figured it would be all be safe there so that I could shift my attention back to cooking. Spoiler alert, it was not.

By the time I finished, it was close to 3:30 AM EST. So, I played food Tetris with the fridge and grabbed my gifts so that I could bring them to my bedroom. I decided to look at my earrings as I had planned to wear them the next day when I realized that they were missing! I panicked and ran downstairs just in time to see our other brother returning inside from taking out the trash.

I then proceeded to tear the entire downstairs apart looking for my lost treasure. While I did not ugly cry like Kim Kardashian when she lost her earrings, I was still devastated. They weren’t designer or diamond; in fact, they were simulated peridot (my birthstone). However, I still cherished them as I know that my mother put a lot of thought and effort into picking them out. I knew it would crush her to know that I had lost them, and by extension it crushed me.

Christmas morning came and I walked my walk of shame. I gave her a head’s up about the missing earrings and asked if she may have moved them somewhere (she did not). We picked up my search from the night prior, to no avail. Our only conclusion was that they had likely been picked up with the gift wrap and thrown in the trash. I was selfishly devastated.

Eventually, they were indeed found behind a cushion on the couch and all was right in our house. They were immediately placed in my small jewelry box for safe-keeping. Thus concludes my kinda-sorta-not-so-much Kim Kardashian moment.

Disclaimer: I do not keep up with the Kardashians; I am not so well versed in the lore or happenings surrounding Kim’s lost earrings. I just immediately drew the miniscule parallel between my situation and that of her own.