I was thinking about Christmas this morning. When I was a kid, we always had a happy Christmas. That was the one day a year at our house that the extended his family got together and no one fought. I hoped as an adult the same would happen at my house.
We are the only family with children. We have the largest dining room. Plenty of seating for the entire family. A large christmas tree in our bay window. Decorations galore and plenty of goodies. The one thing we are missing is alcohol. So, my inlaws must have christmas at their house. Wouldn't be christmas without someone having too much to drink and saying inappropriate things.
People tell me Christmas is not about gifts. Obviously, they are right. It must mean, get drunk, upset the sober, and exclude the inlaw at all costs.
By the way, my christmas gift to myself was honesty. How do you like them apples?
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