Whenever I've gone home this year, I've written about my father and stepmother, and how I become a little insecure around them, looking for acceptance. This Christmas Eve, my brother was in Kenya, it was just me at their house. I brought Chianti. It provided for a rather splendid evening. We were all drunk, laughing hysterically about everything.
It was the first time that I felt accepted by my father.
I can't think of a better Christmas present.
Here's the beginning of my favorite Christmas movie, "Scrooged":
Crash Kings -- "Mountain Man"
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