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Well, it's the day before October, and I've pulled out the Christmas music finally.  I feel like I've been waiting forever to do this.

The last memory I have of the Christmas holiday from last year was on New Years Day.  Mom said that we had to take down the Christmas tree.  So, we started taking it down as we watched The Polar Express and listened to holiday radio stations. 

But we had a New Year's Eve Party to go to, so we only got about half of the tree done before we had to go get ready for our night out. 

I was wearing my new jeans, a yellow long sleeve shirt, and a black vest.  We went and picked up a friend, then we went  to the bowling alley and played our annual New Year's Eve bowling game.

Then, we went to the friend's house, ate my grandma's homemade chex mix, and played Rock Band all night.

My sister stayed the night atmy grandma's house, and my brother and I went home with my parents.

I remember going home into my room, and it being really cold in the house that night.  I put on my new blue sweatpants and a white long sleeve shirt.  All of my new presents were laying on the floor at the foot of my bed.  I went to bed around 2:00.

And then, all I remember is my worst nightmare coming true.  My dad's shouts of "FIRE!" over and over again, the sound of the fire alarm, smoke everywhere, my little brother and I in our bare feet with no coat out in the snow, my mom standing at the doorway yelling and crying for the cat to come out of the house, me yelling over and over again that the fire trucks were so slow.  The air filled up with smoke.  Smoke from our house.  My house.

It's been 9 months since we've been out of our house.  Hopefully we'll get in this month.