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.
Can't beat the view on the drive over.
My cousin and her boyfriend. We had some great Star Wars discussions.
Poppa trying on his new hat
Watching the gift opening
Mom caught me trying to get a candid
The aforementioned penis dessert. It's supposed to be a candle, but come on, that's a penis.
For some reason the drive home always seems longer.