8. Merry Christmas, Mr. Lawrence

Describe your favorite Christmas holiday drink and why.

Easy.

Welch's White Grape Juice.

Describe it? Let's see. It's like a clear green, kind of light barely tossed sea glass.  It comes in a long-necked bottle, like wine, and it's fun to tease my brother with. Usually, we only get one bottle a year, for New Year's, but this year, since I had friends over, Mom agreed to let me get two (also, it was a two-for-five-bucks deal at Harris Teeter). So there I was, two days before New Year's, staring at the bottles that seemed to gather dust as they sat on their shelf in the pantry. I wanted nothing more that to grab one, rip the gold foil from its neck, and chug the drink right there.
I was good. I waited.
Too long for my taste.
Then my mom got a phone call. She'd won the Christmas basket at our dentist's office. When she brought it home, I peered inside, expecting only dental things. Then my eyes fell upon it: a bottle of Welch's White Grape Juice.
Or, should I correct, another bottle of Welch's White Grape Juice.
Two plus one is three. Three bottles of this glorious nectar.
Yet mom still made me wait.
In short, when New Year's finally came, my neighbor Dawson and my best friend Bailey came over, and what did Dawson bring?
Yet ANOTHER bottle.
Four bottles in all.
So, basically, the three of us finished two bottles together, and the other two I kept to myself. I still have one, and to this day, it sits on its shelf, lonesome among the canned soup and peaches, waiting.
Just waiting.
It won't have to wait for long.
>: D
Good thing I can't get intoxicated on this stuff.
Another thing: Bailey, myself, a bottle of this stuff, and a webcam...not a good mix.
Whelp, that's the end of this entry.
Laters.