Well, I'm kind of gonna stop talking about Christmas, and I'll start talking about what we did at my Polish grandparents (babcia and dziadek: read "bopcha and jadek"). Me, David and dad went ice skating (just to learn, cause I don't know how to and at school we go ice skating once a week). Well I learned a lot about ice skating. Next I went with mom but it was the same except I fell seven times and now I have a huge, nasty, black bruise. We also went to an animal museum, with "stuffed" animals. I didn't go into two rooms cause of the freakiness: room one: I know that it was only rubber masks, but from far away they looked very scary, so I wanted to get closer to see that they're rubber. So with closed eyes mom got me as close as can be, but then she told me that their eyes were WIDE open so I ran away squealling like little baby pig. Room two: a gigantic crab that was three feet. I wanted to go see the butterflies, but I would have to go past the crab and a huge snake. No. I would not do that. That's all about the museum. Actually it's all about everything.