A Jew at Christmas, Southern Stereotypes, and Penis Desserts

As a Jew, Christmas holds no meaning for me. However, my mom's side of the family is Christian, so every year we get together for the holidays, and it's...interesting. I love my family, but we could definitely have a reality TV show if we wanted to. That's all I'm saying.

There's good Southern cooking but occasionally also some Southern racism. There are a million presents, but they're often completely unrelated to what any of us want or need. There's love and appreciation but also whispered complaints and a whole lot of side-eye. There's tons of laughter, but frustration is also present. It's a day of emotional contradictions, but despite that, I absolutely love spending time with my family, especially when penis desserts are involved. Yes, you read that correctly.

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Can't beat the view on the drive over.

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My cousin and her boyfriend. We had some great Star Wars discussions.

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Poppa trying on his new hat

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Watching the gift opening

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Mom caught me trying to get a candid

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The aforementioned penis dessert. It's supposed to be a candle, but come on, that's a penis.

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For some reason the drive home always seems longer.