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So, Christmas week is upon us. I know some don't celebrate the event and that's okay. But, for those of us who do, I first wonder how you celebrate Christmas...do you spend it with extended family? With friends, by yourself or just your immediate family?
Growing up, Christmas Eve meant that before noon, our uncle would come to our house, pick up us kids and drive to their house where we would spend an agonizingly long time having dinner, exchanging gifts (usually clothes) with them and finally, around 9 pm, we would be on our way home.
This was during that magical time where all of us pretty much still believed in Santa. The reason that spending time at my Aunt and Uncle's house was so agonizing was because, for reasons unknown to us, Santa came to our house on Christmas Eve every single year! I don't know what we did to get this special, advanced delivery but we were the only kids in the neighborhood that had this honor and we weren't ever going to let them in on our secret for fear of losing the privilege of early delivery!
What I didn't know back then was that the cover story of Mom and Dad staying behind to "clean the house and get ready for Santa's visit" was code for setting out all of Santa's gifts and oh by the way....giving my parent's a kids-free, empty house afternoon of fucking...something I didn't learn about until much later in life and something I didn't need to know about even then! I always wondered why both of them sported those huge smiles when they walked through the door at my Aunt and Uncle's house!
So, this was torture for us kids. ...pacing the floor, checking the clock every two minutes kind of torture. Then, finally it was time to go home.
My father pulled our car into the garage and we had to wait at the bottom of the basement steps for him to go upstairs to, "see if Santa had been there." This again was code for him to turn on all the Christmas lights so we could see all that Santa had delivered!
We were so excited to run up those stairs, tear through the kitchen and into the living room to take in so many things that Santa brought us. After having a child of my own, I now know that my parents were just as excited to see our faces as we explored our Christmas haul. Things settled down around ten pm and we had a little while to play with our toys before we went to Midnight Mass.
On Christmas morning, we would leave our toys behind and drive to my grandparent's farm. My mom came from a large family so there could be 20 or more cousins running around the house and so many adults too. The women gathered in the kitchen. Since there were so many of us, the typical Christmas meal was a seemingly endless supply of fried chicken, mashed potatoes and green beans. Once again, the day was long and by the end, we were ready for home and to reconnect with our presents.
The tradition continued into my teens. But, by that time, there was more understanding of the importance of family and less focus on the torture of a younger child waiting for the arrival of Santa!

I'm guessing you got a lot of coal in your stocking when you were a kid, huh? You probably still do.![]()
LOL but now I get it for other kinds or reasons..
I think I saw a lump or two with your naughty name on them as well....so..pot...meet kettle![]()
No way! Must be a different Jade.![]()
Jade is also naughty in her sleepOh for fuck sakes...now your just imitating Pinocchio! Careful where you point that nose!
Santa sees you when you're sleeping as well as when you are naughty.
Jade is also naughty in her sleep
Dear Santa,
I've been a very good girl this year. Please do not listen to Franky and Amber. They don't know what they're talking about. Now I know you've been watching me all year and you probably saw some things that you may have interpreted as me being naughty, but I assure I wasn't. Maybe you just need to get a new pair of glasses.
Love, Jade
P.S. I know you will be giving Amber coal this year, but may I make a suggestion? Instead of putting coal in her stocking, how about filling her stocking with dead batteries. That'll teach her!
Nice try but the role of innocent Jade went to someone...you know...INNOCENT!
I think Amber may have created a few growing lumps here and there but I don't see any signs of coal!

Shut up! I wasn't talking to you!
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Hey, that's MY halo you're wearing!![]()