Christmas this year rocked.
Had it at the mrs' auties joint.
Gifts for kids were done early. Lunch and dessert were next. Great spread. Then a storm with hail and high winds was forecast.
We got the fuck right outta there before the wine and beer kicked in and uncle John performed a mass familyectomy.
We feigned sorrow at our early loss of shared family time. Woe is us!
Good times.
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