All in all it was a great Thanksgiving. As you might already know, we had dinner at Amy's folks house and dessert at my family's place. I think we have officially survived our first married holiday. It was mostly painless in my opinion. The real test will be Christmas though. Thanksgiving is less of an issue I think because people are so wrapped up in being thankful. You tell them you won't be coming for Thanksgiving and they say, "Oh bumpkin, that's alright. I am just so thankful you are healthy this year and that you are still a part of my life. Go have a great Thanksgiving. Blessings child".
Christmas though... that's a whole different animal. That same conversation for Christmas looks like this:
Me: "Oh Auntie Regina, I forgot to tell you, I am very sorry but I think we will be spending this year's Christmas with Amy's family." (Notice the new, more tactful approach.)
Aunt Regina: "Oh... uh... well will you be at least stopping by? No? What do you mean it's too far to drive in one day? I know we gave you money for your wedding... can't you buy a faster car or a plane ticket or something? Ugh well... what am I supposed to do with this gift I bought you? HMMMMMM????? Ya that's right, I went through all this trouble of finding you that perfect gift and now... now you AREN'T EVEN SHOWING UP?! Well fine then... no seriously it's fine.... YES I'M ANGRY!!!... you probably didn't even get me anything anyways... psh... what a selfish little man you have grown up to be... after all I did for you when you were a baby...
Me: "Well I am sorry to disappoint you. See Amy's cat is very sick and it might be his last Christmas and..."
Regina: "No you know what, don't even bother coming next year. We won't be here. We're going to take the family Christmas underground and we're not telling you where it is.
Me: "Well you just kind of did. Won't it be underground?"
Regina: "No not literally underground... not like in a cave or a subway tunnel or a bomb shelter... I mean like... constantly moving and changing. Like one year it will be in a church... another year in a movie theatre... another year it will be at Wendy's. That kind of underground. Whatever. Just don't even bother.
Me: "Ok well... Merry Christmas."
Regina: "Ok sweetie. It's been nice talking to you. Hey you know, you can call sometime and we'd like to have you over for dinner. Love you sweetie... Merry Christmas. Just remember, Jesus is the reason for the season!
Me: "Thanks Aunt Regina. I knew you'd understand."
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