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It's finally here. Tomorrow afternoon my whole family will descend on the parent's place for the holiday festivities. All sixteen of us will be together for the first time in a while. My parents, my brother and sisters and their respective nuclear families and me, the faggoty master of ceremonies/cruise director. Seriously, things go along fine through the eating and the present opening, but after that, without me, this clan would devolve into tv watching and napping. No. Sometime there is arm twisting, maybe even a few tears, but there will be FUN had by all until we fall where we may in our jimjams and comfy throws and viscoelastic pillows. Well, that last bit is me. I fall where I may. Everyone else gets a bed. What the? They know I can sleep anywhere. That's what I tell myself. It may not be what they're thinking, but it is true. Y'all wouldn't be surprised to hear about some places I've bedded down for the night, would you? Anyway, here's wishing everyone peace and love and joy and a blessed holiday full of family and fun and food and wine and whatever manner of Bacchanalian delights strike your respective fancies. See you next week, guys, and I'll show you my gifts if you show me yours. MUAH!