Cynical and I celebrate our Christmas together on the morning of Christmas Eve. It’s our tradition. Santa visits; we squeal over our gifts and usually take a midmorning nap, followed by typically Chinese food. It’s our calm before the mayhem begins. Tonight we went to church with my aunt and folks. We had a little pizza and drove the hour to his folks’ house. It’s not our typical routine, but change is sometimes nice and good for the soul. I find myself missing my brothers, my cousins. . . my family.