The holidays are kind of a big thing in my family. When we celebrate, we tend to make sure EVERYONE is involved. But every year, everything tends to end up the same. Take Thanksgiving for example: wake up, watch the parade for about an hour, get ready, pack into the car with giant containers of my mom's stuffing, and go to my uncle's. That's when the fun begins.
Last year, we watched my uncle sprint across his yard in his boxers to get his turkey from a neighbor's house.
This year, my great-aunt couldn't figure out how to turn the lights on in the bathroom, so she stood in the dark for five minutes while we tried to yell at her the instructions.
Yeah. My family isn't very good at conventional.
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