Not that it happens that way in my family, of course. Each year, when my husband and I travel east to spend the Christmas holiday week with his family, it's a holly, jolly love fest.
That is, if you don't count the year my husband and I "lost" our niece in a convenience store five minutes after being entrusted with her for the very first time.
Or the year I insisted everyone switch to my "special" Seattle brand of coffee instead of "that brown foul-tasting water" brewed by my brother-in-law.
Or when I convinced my niece and nephew to stick around for what I declared was the "traditional" Christmas Eve poker game instead of going to church with their mom.
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