Christmas Eve is more like Christmas then Christmas for my family.
Grandma throws a large Christmas Eve dinner party every year that my entire mothers side of the family attends. (when they don't live in the Czech Republic, that is) We get there as Grandma enters her last minute preparation panic, and help out with the distress. We then sit down and wait for Grandma to stop fussing about everything, like "do we have everything?" and "where do we all sit?" I don't blame her, as it is a huge feast! You could successfully hide an elephant in there. We eat until we explode, and then sit around and catch up on what's happened all year. I hear and share many interesting stories and a few dull ones. (we had a conversation and argument about BREAD!!!!!!!!! freakin' BREAD!!!!!!!) After the Smart One has been sufficiently annoyed by the lack of present opening, we finally do get to distribute and open gifts. We get all sorts of cool things. Like this year I got the Blair Witch Project and a coffee mug full of chocolate! We get amused by funny gifts and are in awe of good ones.
After all this fun and excitement, we all go home, with Grandma making sure we take bits of left over feast with us. This time, all we took was stuffing and Christmas bread.
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