((longer and more filled with Black Friday rage than anticipated when I started))
Thanksgiving
My family's 2 favorite holidays of the year are 4th of Julias (joo-lie-us, July+that side-of-the-family's last name, "Elias") and Thanksgiving. Presents are cool, but Thanksgiving is a celebration of delicious foods and crazy family fun.
My siblings and I have have learned to pace ourselves during Thanksgiving, since we have two in one day. One side of the family is a 1000 times more reserved than the other. That side, we go over to my grandma's in the afternoon, eat by 2:30-3, then grab a coffee and head up into the mountains for the crazy side's shenanigans (they're also better cooks, sooooo . . . ).
Black Friday
Black Friday is the devil. As someone who's family adores Thanksgiving, but who also had to work retail and leave her family to open a craft store at 7 effing PM Thanksgiving Day, for people already chomping at the bit to get their frickin craft deals, and then having to clean the wreckage they left behind after we closed again a few hours later, telling the last customer "It otay," when they say happily, having everything they want in their cart, "Aww, too back you have to work Thanksgiving, huh?" instead of telling them to go f*** themselves *hyperventilating*
Sorry, I blacked out there for a moment.
Black Friday represents the things I love fundamentally and which give me the purest sense of joy being turned into prison-grade toilet paper and being horrifically defiled at the hands of a bargain. And I like a bargain. But not at the cost of anyone else's soul. Am I being dramatic? Yes. But am I being too dramatic? Also yes. Anxiety allows me to be nothing less. Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.
/rant
Christmas Time
As a kid, I used to live about a mile away from a neighborhood called "Candy Cane Lane" because during the holidays the entire maze of a neighborhood would cover their properties in Christmas decorations. Even lamposts and such would be decorated. We'd join the migration of cars slowly driving through the neighborhood and gawk at all of the amazing designs.
We don't do that anymore though. Less people would participate in decorating and we all just got older.
At the beginning of each December my grandma on the docile family side gets all of us tickets to a Christmas play. We all grab dinner beforehand and then I put on my flame-retardant suit so as not to harm the other audience members when I burst into flame after setting foot on the sacred ground of the church the play takes place at. The plays are generally entertaining at the very least. At the end the family huddles up and we all pull names from a little box to determine who we are going to play secret Santa to that year.
When Christmas Eve rolls around we go to docile fam side Grandma house and hang out. It's mellow. We have a nice dinner, then presents are sorted, and we go around from youngest to oldest, each opening one present per round (we only have one secret Santa, but sometimes they get us a few things, and my Grandma always gets everyone an extra gift).
Later, our immediate family breaks off and we go either to my dad's or my sister's place. We open the presents we all got for each other, then my dad pulls out the board game he got for us. We all play the game and whoever wins gets to keep the board game.
That is probably one of my favorite parts of our Christmas tradition.
The next day is Christmas. My siblings and cousins all hop in our cars and we make our trek up into the mountains to my aunt's house. It's all just fun family time from there on out. The only people that get presents on that side are the little children, which is fine. The company is all we care about
Aaaaaaand those are pretty much my family's traditions!