Christmas Eve we always stay home and I make a bunch of finger food and a pot of clam chowder. We've been opening our gifts to each other then, now
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that D is grown. We'll sleep in on Christmas day and about 2pm go to my inlaws (3 blocks up the street) and I'll help my stressed out mother in law cook and we'll laugh our asses off at Crash, his dad, and D play Mario Kart or putt putt golf on their Wii. Then we'll eat and open gifts. After that, my MiL will want to watch something on TV and she'll start mashing buttons on the remote, forgetting that it had been switched over to the Wii, and she'll get mad at the remost and cuss it in German. Then Mark will fix it for her *again*, explain what to do when you're switching over from the Wii--until he realized she's totally lost and her eyes have rolled up in her head. By that time we just end up playing partnered Spades or Hearts until about 11pm and everybody's nodding out, then we'll walk home. :)
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