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For the first time I can remember I've been free of any yuletide misgivings that generally accompanies my typical holiday cynicism, owing as much to more pressing dilemmas as to recreational nights out w/ friends back in from out of town. From what I can gather, my parents weren't too concerned w/ giving or getting good gifts, though I did feel pretty good about what I got and gave. The three of us had a genuinely nice time together, playing Monopoly in the garage with some friends of the family. I won, but nearly OD'd on mashed potatoes shortly thereafter, ruining any chance I would've had on spoiling my riches on myself.