Christmas Eve

Every year for the past 15 or 20 years, Christmas Eve is spent at my Dad’s house, beginning at 6:00 PM. Visiting Dad’s house for Chrismas Eve is kind of bittersweet. It’s great to get together with my brothers, my nephew, my grandmother, and Dad and his wife, but it’s seldom that we make it an entire evening without receiving one of Dad’s bitter sarcastic remarks or biting insults, and this year was no exception.

All in all it was a success. We had some snack food, socialized with some drinks, exchanged gifts, and enjoyed seeing each other and catching up with each other on our live’s recent happenings.

Another one goes in the books.

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