Ah, Christmas Eve. Supposed to be fun, right? Yeah, no. Christmas Eve consists of going to my aunt's house. My stepdad and my aunt are out to get each other, I think. I think they both (not-so-secretly) want to suffocate each other. Seriously (hey, it could happen . . .). But yeah, they hate each other's guts. And my stepdad likes to be a crab-ass about Christmas, totally ruining it for the rest of us.
Awesome, no?
But anyway, I really don't like Christmas anymore.
'Til next time!
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