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The eve of Christmas eve is when I start my traditions. I am sent to wait inline at the Polish butcher shop, because it is one of the 2 times a year my family pretends we are really polish. Then I run around like a nut job getting alcohol, presents, etc as my mom calls me from school (shes a teacher) telling me to pick up more last minute stuff.
Christmas Eve my uncle comes over, because he will never spend Christmas with us again. He spent the night waaaaay back in the day when I was in 1st grade and bro was in 3rd. We woke the life long bachelor up at 6am to open presents. That was the end of that; Despite the fact I now make it a point to wake up at the crack of 10am on Christmas. He comes over Christmas Eve. We sit around eating, open presents, then me and mom go to church. Where I get to read verses. Again.
Christmas is the real fun event. The whole family comes over, with the new addition of my cousin's finace this year. We fight over who gets to sit at the kids table, and as with Thanksgiving, will proably try to find a way to have her finace sit with us, while she sits at the adults table. The kids table will begin the tradition of doing stupid stuff like betting each other that one won't chug gravy. My grandmother will call me Joyce (my aunts name) and repeatly try to kick us all out (she has alzhiemers) or talk about the long ride home (she lives less than 1/4 mile from our house).
Then comes presents. Then we actually do get kicked out.
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