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Last year:
Me: Mom, seriously. I don't wanna celebrate Christmas. I'm thinking I might stay at school and get some work done instead.
Mom: I don't want to celebrate either. Can't we do something else instead?
Me: So... anti-Christmas? Let's skip the ham and pickled heering and meatballs and tree and presents. Let's eat crayfish and nice fruit and drink beer or wine or something.
Mom: Sounds good. As long as you come home for a little while at least.
Me: Alright, I can live with that.
Step-sister (45 years old): Waaah! But what about meeee?! I'm counting on a traditional Christmas at your place!
Mom: But we don't want to celebrate. You're still welcome, but we're not celebrating. But you're invited to your brother's place, are you not? Your father is going there, you can go with him. And if you don't want to travel there, maybe you can arrange Christmas dinner and invite your father, and even your brother and his family, yourself?
Step-sister: Waah! You're all evil and mean and bad people! And you're heathens to boot!
Me: Yeeees? Would you like a Thor's hammer for Christmas?
(Hanna and Hanna's mother got drunk and went to bed with severe headaches at 9 pm. Best Christmas ever.)
This year:
Big bro: So the wife and I are going to celebrate out first Christmas with our daughter, so we thought we'd stay at home in Stockholm this year. You're all welcome to join us.
Mom: *makes plans to go to Stockholm. Yay, first Christmas with granddaughter!*
Me: Um... Umm... Gaah, lots of people and kids and Christmas and... Umm... Alright, I'll come. But I'm still a Grinch, and don't expect presents! I'm a student and poor and don't have a lot of time to make stuff!
Big bro: Yay! And you don't need to bring presents. You showing up is enough. Yay, sister showing up. Happy Big bro!
Step-sister: Waaah! But what about meeee?! I demand a traditional Christmas at step-mom's place!
Mom: But we're all going to Stockholm. But you're invited to your brother and his family, are you not?
Step-sister: Waaah! You're all wicked and mean and evil and what about meeee?!
Step-dad: On no, not again. Not this year too. *doesn't know what to do*
About next year:
Mom: So since Stefan and his wife spent last Christmas with his wife's family, and we'll spend Christmas this year with them at their home, maybe I can arrange Christmas dinner and all next year? Everyone is welcome, of course.
Big Bro: Sounds like a plan! We'll be happy to come!
Me: ...wait, we're already making plans for next year? WTF? Alright, alright. I'm not making any promises.
As usual.
Mom: It's alright, dear.
Big bro's wife's family: We're not all going to fit into your house, though. But since we're checking into a hotel in Stockholm, since Stefan and Veronika can't house us all this year, we can do the same next year. It's only logical and fair.
Mom: Yes, my thoughts exactly. Those who can be sure to stay here are Stefan and his family, and Hanna.
Step-sister: Waaah! You mean I can't stay at your place?!
Mom: No-one has said that. I only said that since my children grew up here, there will always be a place for them to stay. I'm sure we can arrange something, like you staying in your father's bedroom and him moving into mine with me for the time being, but I'm sure you understand that we only have so much room.
Me: I'm giving up my room to Big bro, Veronika and kidling, and moving into teh downstairs kitchen, in that case. If we just move around a bit, things will work out.
Step-sister: Waaah! You're all evil and mean and bad and horrible and what about meeeee?!
Do you understand why I hate Christmas so much?
Me: Mom, seriously. I don't wanna celebrate Christmas. I'm thinking I might stay at school and get some work done instead.
Mom: I don't want to celebrate either. Can't we do something else instead?
Me: So... anti-Christmas? Let's skip the ham and pickled heering and meatballs and tree and presents. Let's eat crayfish and nice fruit and drink beer or wine or something.
Mom: Sounds good. As long as you come home for a little while at least.
Me: Alright, I can live with that.
Step-sister (45 years old): Waaah! But what about meeee?! I'm counting on a traditional Christmas at your place!
Mom: But we don't want to celebrate. You're still welcome, but we're not celebrating. But you're invited to your brother's place, are you not? Your father is going there, you can go with him. And if you don't want to travel there, maybe you can arrange Christmas dinner and invite your father, and even your brother and his family, yourself?
Step-sister: Waah! You're all evil and mean and bad people! And you're heathens to boot!
Me: Yeeees? Would you like a Thor's hammer for Christmas?
(Hanna and Hanna's mother got drunk and went to bed with severe headaches at 9 pm. Best Christmas ever.)
This year:
Big bro: So the wife and I are going to celebrate out first Christmas with our daughter, so we thought we'd stay at home in Stockholm this year. You're all welcome to join us.
Mom: *makes plans to go to Stockholm. Yay, first Christmas with granddaughter!*
Me: Um... Umm... Gaah, lots of people and kids and Christmas and... Umm... Alright, I'll come. But I'm still a Grinch, and don't expect presents! I'm a student and poor and don't have a lot of time to make stuff!
Big bro: Yay! And you don't need to bring presents. You showing up is enough. Yay, sister showing up. Happy Big bro!
Step-sister: Waaah! But what about meeee?! I demand a traditional Christmas at step-mom's place!
Mom: But we're all going to Stockholm. But you're invited to your brother and his family, are you not?
Step-sister: Waaah! You're all wicked and mean and evil and what about meeee?!
Step-dad: On no, not again. Not this year too. *doesn't know what to do*
About next year:
Mom: So since Stefan and his wife spent last Christmas with his wife's family, and we'll spend Christmas this year with them at their home, maybe I can arrange Christmas dinner and all next year? Everyone is welcome, of course.
Big Bro: Sounds like a plan! We'll be happy to come!
Me: ...wait, we're already making plans for next year? WTF? Alright, alright. I'm not making any promises.
As usual.
Mom: It's alright, dear.
Big bro's wife's family: We're not all going to fit into your house, though. But since we're checking into a hotel in Stockholm, since Stefan and Veronika can't house us all this year, we can do the same next year. It's only logical and fair.
Mom: Yes, my thoughts exactly. Those who can be sure to stay here are Stefan and his family, and Hanna.
Step-sister: Waaah! You mean I can't stay at your place?!
Mom: No-one has said that. I only said that since my children grew up here, there will always be a place for them to stay. I'm sure we can arrange something, like you staying in your father's bedroom and him moving into mine with me for the time being, but I'm sure you understand that we only have so much room.
Me: I'm giving up my room to Big bro, Veronika and kidling, and moving into teh downstairs kitchen, in that case. If we just move around a bit, things will work out.
Step-sister: Waaah! You're all evil and mean and bad and horrible and what about meeeee?!
Do you understand why I hate Christmas so much?