Christmas dinner is always a situation that brings out the best, worst, funniest and most annoying parts of your family. Ever since I can remember something went wrong every Christmas with my family. Whether my cousin didn’t take his Ritalin or if my uncle had too much to drink, something bad always happened. The elders were always having a drink while trying to help out my stressed mom in the kitchen, while the kid’s rush around trying to keep themselves occupied before they eat twice their weight in ham, potatoes and green beans.
I am 19 years old, just got back from my first semester at college. My family is shooting me with questions while they look at me strangely because I am clutching a beer in my right hand. I have an equal amount of cousins that are older, and younger than me. The cozy house reeked of evergreen and burning hickory. While the inside was warm and cozy, outside of the house the wind violently picked up the blanked of snow that existed on the lawn and house.
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