Finally, the day arrived, when we arrived in New York.
Me, mum, dad, gran, Trinderbell and Aunty Dolly were all feeling super Christmassy, but incredibly tired. We were experiencing something called Jet Lag, which seemed to mean that even though I was in the most supery Christmassy place on the planet and should have been bouncing around with excitement, I just wanted to nap… as did all my family.
When we finally got to the hotel… the same one as in Home Alone 2 no less, we simply went up to our rooms and zonked out…. I could hear my mum snoring from down the hall. She always denied it, but it was definitely her.