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I’m not much for holidays, birthdays 🎂, weddings 💒, or any kind of celebration. I simply like to let them pass. It kind of started when as a child we went to a rare family event.

On the drive home from one of these rare events my parents would scream at me the entire ride home about every word I said which was apparently wrong.

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You see my father was one of 11 and somewhere out there I have over 60 cousins on his side. However, I know none of them. In fact when they had a family reunion some 35 years ago, (and who knows if it’s an annual event), I wasn’t invited.

My sister was but for another day.

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Our Christmas holidays were always filled with intense arguments. It was common for gifts 🎁 to be opened and thrown at the giver with screams how the gift 🎁 was hated.

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And it wasn’t just confined to Christmas, it was the other holidays, and birthdays as well.

And the family wedding invites were the worst.

No need to replay as you’d never believe me anyway.

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So now that you have the history, and why I hate any celebration. Enter my daughter’s in-laws, the idyllic family. Her mother in law has a Christmas 🎄 room in their McMansion filled and organized with decorations for every holiday.

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I don’t have a clue at 68 how to have a “normal holiday.” All I know is I am dreading my Christmas Eve appearance with these lovely upper middle class people.

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I have told my daughter I will stay for 2 hours and am hopeful little damage will be done in those 120 minutes, or 7200 seconds.

Life is never dull.

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And Paris awaits.