We have this family reunion on the 24th for my moms side. We're in the middle of everyone, and have thebiggest hosue anyways. Everybodycomes over and brings food. my other cool cousin thats my age comes and chills with me and my brother up in our office where we play a bunch of games. Our little cousin, in which we've dubbed Diablo Baby (hes 4 though) will usualy find a way to hurt one of us. He once hit my ankle cap with a wooden sword when we were playing docter. He was trying to heal my exploded arm.
Then we open presents, and then are forced into massive child labor by cleaing up. Then we hug some people.
Next day is Christmas. We sit around in the morning, around our decorated artificial tree. My mom and dad pick out how its decorated. I usually don't like it. We presents. My brother and I usually go play what games we have, after watching our cat stupidly play in the tissue paper.
Then we go to my dads side, up in Oklahoma on the 26th. We eat a turkey. We have beans and Mac & cheese and stuff. Thats my favorite part. Mac & cheese. Then all our family that can comes. We all open presents. Presents from my dads side usually aren't as grand, but their poorer. But I'm fine with that, its the thought that counts. Sometimes it makes me feel like a bastard judging the presents in the first place. Beyond that its just games and TV and stuff.
As a side note, my brother and I have planned on a crusade. Beat 1 or 2 medium to large sized games each day, trying to stay locked up as much as possible. I'm going to beat MO in one day for fun.
I also plan on drinking lots of vanilla coke. And getting some beer.
And easting a lot of Mac & cheese. mmmmmm.
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