Wherein I pontificate about Christmas in a family with 17 siblings, countless divorces, dead adulterating parents, & COVID criminal nurse sisters who will likely never ask for forgiveness & I will therefore never likely pretend to give it.

There is plenty of petty and not so petty shit talk.

More tangents than usual.

This ain’t even the half of it.

It ain’t pretty.

No refunds.

Merry Christmas.