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If you've got a good family, Christmas can be fine. But if, like mine, it's the time of year when everybody gets together and _acts_ like they like each other, just to please Mom, then it's rather an empty exercise. I belong to one of those families. And while we're always expected to travel 100 miles to Christmas at my sister's, the rest of the family never wants to come down _here_ from Christmas. It's just "too much trouble." So we either spend the day in nightmare traffic (commuting from one end of the Greater San Fran Bay Area to the other), or we're the party poopers who don't care enough about Mom to come. Sister, of course, never has to budge from her house.
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