I have a very large family. My mother was the oldest of 10 children. Most of those children have 1 – 2 children and most of their children have 1 – 3 children. Trust me… it’s a really big family.
Every Christmas, however, it’s normally me, my mother, my mother’s sisters, and part of their family. AKA, me, my mother, my aunt Kathy, her husband Charles, my aunt Carolyn, her granddaughter Janiya, my aunt Tammy, her husband Chris, and their daughter Taylor. Definitely not the Christmases of old when EVERYBODY was there. Imagine cramming close to 70 people in a tiny house. Don’t know how my grandparents did it..
I’ve noticed, as we’ve drifted further apart over the years, that the family that still makes an appearance for Christmas are the only ones that I still associate with. I won’t cut off (most) of my family if I see them, but I won’t stand around and talk, either. The family that still makes it into my life are hilarious, though. How many families do you know that will argue over video games (the adults, not the kids) and go from talking about drugged out wife beaters to how most beauticians are sluts? I really do love what’s left of my little family. They will most definitely keep us all entertained.
