So yeah. My step grandparents are quite possibly the nicest people in the world. My grandmother makes like 8 courses on Christmas Eve. Raviolis, roast, vegetables, rolls, etc. etc. People always learn to eat a little of everything too late. Heh.

Then the family opens presents by the tree at eleven or so, usually. Which is actually kind of anticlimactic, 'cause I'd rather talk to people anyway. All of my stepfather's relatives are cool.

It's a nice tradition. Everyone sits around and talks until one or so, then we all go home.

Then on Christmas day, we open presents, just my family. It's quiet and everything. But it's still good.

I'm not too fond of the entire Christmas thing. But I like my family.