That is if they do. My family is mostly Christian and also mostly poor so we draw names from a hat and only get that person a single gift. Who you drew is supposed to be kept a secret but we always figure out who drew who long before Christmas. I picked my father's name this year.
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Thread title says holiday, not horiday. Gtfo chink.
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Depends if keeping Asian malls open on Christmas day counts as celebrating
Glenn Gould < Murray Perahia
When I listen to the variations by Gould, I get the impression that he doesn't give a fuck about music.
some of us (me) get baked out of our skulls
some of us (mom's side of the family) end up in jail
just depends on how we feel
Big bonfire and fireworks near my grandfather's house, get really drunk and hope to hell the men passing around bottles of whisky ain't the same ones lighting the fireworks.
Exchange family presents (this was for when we were little kids so we would distinguish between stuff from family and stuff from santa)
Oh and boiled mutton, awesome as fuck.
Christmas day: Huge dinner, sleep for a while, major partying and more boiled mutton at my grandfathers.
Boxing day: Major partying, more bonfires, more whisky
Fourth night(only celebrated here?): Massive party with few thousand people coming here.
Edit: Forgot to mention, Christmas Eve if very drunk, turn up at Midnight Mass with friends in YMCA outfits found in attic when looking for decortions.
Christmas eve: My sister goes to bed early, my mom kicks me out of the room and franticly rushes to rap all the presents.
Christmas day: My sister wakes us all up at some ungodly hour. I hand out presents, we open them and flail wrapping paper everywhere. Then my mom makes some yummy delicious breakfast resembling the one fanglekai mentioned. Veging out for the rest of the day, while I help my mom and grama whip up some kind of semi-tridional christmas dinner.
Boxing Day is my dads side of the family. It's fucking rediculous. The aunts gossip and scrutinize me for being totally p0nx. The uncles drink and pretend they weren't married to them. For the first like, fifteen years of christmases there all the cousins would gather around the NES and play Super Mario 3, but lately that's been traded in for Guitar Hero and DJ Hero. Kids these days. Uber traditional christmas dinner, prepared by the women and cleaned up by the women, they way god intended it. Then the kids get $20 from the grandparents and the adults get nothing.
Ya that breakfast is win. Also, people think I'm you because of the dragoncock pic, and hit on me accordingly