Christmas, Merry! Jolly!

I know you're all dying to hear of how my Christmas went so here it goes:

The annual Christmas Eve party was held at our house this year. Back in the day, it was held at my Gma and Gpa's but then they moved to into assisted living. It was then held at my Aunt Emily and Uncle Lenny's but somehow my mom swooped in and took over this year. I did have a dream that my Aunt Kathy had a baby just so she could get the party at her house, citing that it would make it easier, her real motive being that she  just didn't want to drive for once . Thankfully, that was just a dream. ANYWAY. The food was delightful consisting of linguica, meatballs, lasagna, chili, scrod, as well as random sides and a sweet array of desserts. My brother of course made fun of me for being a "hipster" for a good half an hour. Always fun, not. Ha.

Conversation Example:

Steve: You're such a hipster.

Me: Eyeroll. Ugh.

Steve: That is like the baggiest pair of pants that you own.

Me: Grandma bought me these pants. I don't even like pants.

Steve: Oooh you don't even like pants. So ironic. 

Me: UGH.

Steve: You have bangs.

Me: Your wife cut my hair.

Steve: Come on, come on. You lived in Brooklyn and worked at a music venue.

Me: I'm not even in a band. The only instrument I know how to play is the flute.

Steve: The flute is a very ironic instrument.

Me: UGH. I can't even ride a bike. I'm not a hipster.

Steve: You're a hipster. I admit, the bike thing gets me a little, but you're still a hipster. You lived in Brooklyn and moved home to get in touch with your roots. Ah, I'm going to move back to Dighton to start a marshmallow farm. I'm a hipster.

Me: UGH.

This lasted way too long.

Sometime before this, my Aunt Kathy went on a rant about how she wants a tattoo. This also lasted very long. My mom had bought fake tattoos for my brother's wedding so her and I put them on to mess with people. It kind of grossed me out. Call me weird, but I hate stickers, face painting, pen drawings on the body. Makes my stomach queasy.

My favorite part of the night was the announcement of Uncle Bob's gift for his family which includes two teenagers. Evidently he was in Tennessee on business and went to a party where there was a hookah. He thought it was the coolest thing in the world so bought one for his family to share. Ah, what?! Haha. This made me chuckle.

Yeah.

Christmas Day was quite nice but rather tiring for we had to rise and shine early to wish my bro, his wifey and their darling daughter adieu before they ventured off. Gifts were opened and hugs were given. My Aunt Bernie came over and we had a most delish meal. We then sat and watched Lifetime movies and basketball.
It was pretty great. As usual, I felt super sad as the sun went down, knowing that Christmas Day was nearing a close. Aloud, I repeated over and over "Christmas is not over. It's not. Gotta keep the spirit up." to which my parents would nod their heads and say something reaffirming. They are very aware of how sad I get when it ends, hence why we always keep the decorations up well into February, if not later. I had to work the day after Christmas which proved to be hell on earth. No one was in the mood, let me tell you. I praised a customer who was still rocking Christmas attire and she said it is still the season! Twelve days of Christmas! I was very appreciative that she felt that way.

Sesame Street encourages it and so do I: Keep Christmas with you all through the year!