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   Wednesday, December 25, 2002

ANOTHER OLD-FASHIONED FAMILY CHRISTMAS

This is the first time I get to try out the "world-wide" part of this World-Wide-Web Blogger site. Okay, I'm writing from Hamilton, Ontario, so it's not that exciting but I'm grateful I can keep this up even here.

We're about to leave for my step-aunt's place just down the street for Christmas dinner. My stepbrother Peter and I were told this morning that Diane is suddenly sick with a "diarrea virus." "Oh, there's a great idea," laughs Pete, "Let's go have dinner there!" "We can eat off her cutlery!" I add. "She can kiss us!" Pete yells, making a big slurpy sound. Stepmom Josie makes a fed-up face and says, "Alright you two, knock it off. What's the big deal about going over there?" "You're the one who used the phrase 'diarrea virus'," we tell her. She nods -- point taken.

Last night was another family Christmas scene -- dinner at my aunt's, playing cards while the little kids shriek and their respective parents shriek at them to stop shrieking. Gets old real fast, let me tell you. After that, my parents, me and my tension headache all head back to our place so they can get ready for midnight mass. I, the heathen, sensibly stay home and watch a movie about young hustlers in Las Vegas called "Speedway Junky." Not a very good movie but more heartwarming than midnight mass in my book.