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Don’t get me wrong, I usually love the Christmas Cheer and all the fuzzy warm feelings of giving gifts to others. I love seeing their faces light up in anticipation. However, I feel that with each progressing Christmas, the feeling is recycled, and is slowly diminishing. I’m sorry- allow me to correct myself. This is strictly speaking in family terms.

This is how it is. At every family event, we gather at the Vietnamese Headquarters of Southern California: Westminster. We go to my aunt’s house and we all bring food. The adults drink, talk, laugh, and sing via karaoke so loudly that any white-washed American would want to cry. Being a Vietnamese speaker, I am able to tolerate the language to some degree but even then, I feel like my language gets butchered. Maybe I’m naive and that’s how my language sounds like…and that I’ve just heard prettier versions elsewhere but if that truly is the case- then by god I just hate my language altogether.

So aside from the grown ups having fun, anybody younger than 28 is shoved into grandma’s room. In which we have to share space with everybody’s babies. Yes we love the babies but all the screaming, kicking, shouting, jumping, tripping, and crying- calls for a really hectic and troublesome room. I  will call the culmination of all these baby related things “the Noise”.

I don’t want the deal with “the Noise” on Christmas. In fact, I don’t want to deal with “the Noise” on any day, ESPECIALLY CHRISTMAS. Hence, this blog exists to serve as my calm reflection before the storm. I take a moment’s respite in the comfort of my own home, in my bed, listening to my favorite band- before I have to pack up, drive, and deal with an exhausting day with the exception of presents via secret santa.

Don’t get me wrong. I love my family. But its the same routine at every family gathering. I’m in no rush to have a child but it really sucks donkey balls that the middle age group (whom I believe are in their prime) are the ones who have the least amount of enjoyment at these things.

Get this. I bring my ps3 over so we can play video games-because God knows there fucking NOTHING to do in grandma’s room- and I get nagged at by the adults saying that  all I do is play video games. -.-

Yeah I know. I could explain it to them. But in the end, it’s not worth the effort. No adult likes an explanation from someone younger than them. Especially if it’s correcting their opinion or point of view.

Sigh….Gotta love that Christmas Cheer.
With warm fuzzy feeling and all that shit.

I haven’t even left yet and I already miss home. I miss my friends. I miss my girlfriend.

I hope everyone else’s Christmas is going alot better than mine///