We had Christmas at my aunts' house this year. I love my family. We were all there except my uncle and his family, they're away on holiday. There was food. Great people. Swimming. Tanning. Telling stories. Laughing. And there there was the undercurrent of things we don't say. Like the things we all know are missing. The people that are missing. The things we didn't say, but wanted to. I don't completely hate Christmas, just the propaganda surrounding it. Why do we do it? Christmas is about family and togetherness, right? (Oh and don't forget the religiousness behind it)
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