A Christmas Story

Its not just for Peter Billingsley anymore.
Now its mine....
This Christmas has now begun to become shrouded in the dark and condescending cloud that looms overhead whenever a new decision is made about specific joyous holidays.
What is the name of this cloud you ask?
Family disappointment.
Every year we celebrate Christmas Eve with my Dads family, and then spend Christmas Day with my Moms family.
And it all works out okay in the end.
But this year....
It turned.
We've decided to spend Christmas alone this year, with just my Mom, my Dad, my Brother, my Sister, the Kid, and my Sisters guy, whom shall be known as Stace.
And, as you can imagine, this is creating a relatively smal- HUGE, problem this Holiday Season.
What with family being intensely disappointed over the absence of family members who are just a puffickly Huh-Yooge part of the holiday.
I'm laughing, you just can't see it...
Unless this is like some bizarre 'When A Stranger Calls' scenario...
Needless to say, I couldn't care less. I like Christmas the way it usually is, but I also want to see what spending Christmas with just my family is like.
Might be fun.
I just kinda wish people would stop buying me stuff, mostly because once they buy it, they like to hang it over your head like an old dead goose.
Example: "I bought your Christmas present today, you should clean the house"
I'd almost be happier not getting anything at all.
Although I do want an Official Red Ryder Carbine-Action Two-Hundred-Shot Range Model Air Rifle...
Because Flick says he saw some Grizzly Bears down by Pulaski's Candy store.

Beatles: They're gonna put me in the movies. They're gonna make a big star out of me. We'll make a film about a man that's sad and lonely, and all I gotta say is act naturally