Wednesday, December 2, 2015

Flying Turkeys -Hope Reed

After we're done stuffing ourselves with turkey, ham, macaroni and cheese, stuffing, green beans, rolls, and mashed potatoes until we have to loosen our belts, the fire in the fire place burns softly and we start to write down why we're thankful for each other. The whole second half of that sentence is a lie. Sorry I was trying to make my family appear calm for once. In reality, after we're done eating... we eat more!! The deserts get scarfed down in a matter of seconds. Then, oh joy, mother tries to get the entire family (aunts, uncles, grandparents, and cousins) to play a family game. It never fails that someone ends up crying.  Mom scurries out of the room trying to get them back into the game. Meanwhile, while the game master's gone, our family apparently has nothing to do but get into opposing political views. And trust me, there is nothing in the world that I hate more than politics. We have radical liberals and radical conservatives both in the family. How wonderful. When mom finally gives up on the crying child, she comes back in and demands we watch Elf. And that's usually when it gets a little more calm. Or as calm as watching Elf can get for my family.

The holidays are extremely hectic and stressful in my family. I tend to get massive headaches and urges to punch certain people in the face, but that's okay because I have food to eat. And I love food.

You could say that my family is insane, but... yeah I have nothing. They're insane. But who am I to talk...

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