Family Christmas (aka I Call Bullshit!)

On Wednesday night is another round of Family Christmas (I Call Bullshit!) with the same basic folks I just celebrated Christmas with on Saturday night. What a f'ing debacle that was.

Some general observations (and reasons why I'll be seeking a single, only-child orphan, child of only-child orphans for my next husband and why I'll be moving to Timbuktu before next Christmas):

1. Charity is lost on my family. It is all about what gifts they get and whether they like them. No sense of giving, no sense of betterment of community. It is all about me me me me me me.

2. 'It is SO stressful' to have the whole family over, said Cousin B. I would understand if none of us ever saw each other or had invited a busload of acquaintances to the family Christmas, but seriously, 15 people, all related to you, with 7 of those 15 being immediate family, in your house is stressful? Tell you what, I'll spend next Christmas on Siesta Key. No problemo.

3. 'No one liked their gifts, I'm not participating next year' said Aunt J. Oh for the love of all that is holy, seriously?

4. 'It is too hard to take all the donations to the Salvation Army. Who wants to do that anyway?' said Cousin B and Aunt J. Mom didn't mind, she volunteered. I volunteered. Sister volunteered. Please see #1.

5. Cousin B's 15 (yes fifteen) year old son was disappointed he did not get any gifts on Saturday. So Cousin B gave the 15 year old one of his gifts from under the tree. As we are getting together on Wednesday night, Mom, Sister and I had assumed that we'd give him his gifts on Wednesday. Seriously, he is 15. Not 5. He will survive 3 days without his gift.

And so, dear readers, you might imagine I'm not-so-looking-forward-to Christmas on Wednesday night.

Family, Bah Humbug.