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It’s Christmas Eve.

We all get together at my family’s this evening.  We usually open presents at the stroke of midnight—or I should say we watch my nephews and niece open presents at 12 a.m., cuz it really boils down to the kids at this point in our lives.  I have 5 nephews and 1 niece of which one nephew and the niece are in their later teens.   All the grownups want to make sure these kids walk away from the holiday season with some sort of decent memories, so we all get together and we celebrate Christmas on Christmas Eve.  We rarely see each other on actual Christmas Day.  It’s been like that for as long as I can remember.

Most people wait till Christmas morning to open presents.  And by most people, I mean white people.  So to play fair, I humor my boyfriend and wait till X-Mas morning to do our gift exchange.  This year we take off to St George, Utah on Christmas Day.  So X-mas Eve with my folks.  And X-Mas Day with the bo’s folks.  It’s a fair trade off.

Anyway, missing Christmas Eve at my family’s was never an option for me.  It didn’t matter where I was in the world, under what conditions I was in, or how wrecked my life was.  I put on a smile and always managed to make it home for the holidays.  I was in pretty shape for the Christmas of 2006.  I did the family X-Mas eve thing with the family and then checked myself into rehab 2 weeks later.  But let’s dwell on morbid reflection.  I hope you make it home for the holidays.  If not, I hope you are surrounded with light and love.

IT’S CHRISTMAS!!!

Life is pretty good.

So like here’s the deal: I don’t know who you are.  For the most part you come on this here Hiss Fit and then slip away, quietly.   But I can see you.  Or at least I can see traces of you when I look at my tally marks and counts per day statistics in the dashboard portion of this here blog.  Whether you’re hating or loving, I just want to say THANK YOU FOR READING!!!

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!

l love you.  I LOVE YOU ALL!!!

Luv,

Me