memories 12.30.2002

Ahh, Christmas. Always my favorite time of year. Seeing my family all together and having fun. Watching people's faces when they open my gifts and of course, getting my own goodies as well. But with my family there is always something much better, much sweeter than all that. Someone always gets hurt. And that, my friends, tends to be the lasting most hilarious memory of all. This year the Christmas cheer will forever be engrained in my brain with my mom getting tripped, sliding across grandma's linoleum floor on her hands and knees, and ramming her head into a metal shelving unit. The memories . . .

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