Christmas Eve is family night. I think we're going to a mass at the church where my old English teacher/dad's friend is a pastor. Christmas day is present opening, then hiding of sharp objects for when my dad's side of the family comes in. After about two hours of suicidal thoughts, it's back to normal Christmas break-y stuff.

I dunno when Christmas for my mom's side of the family is, though. That's nowhere near as bad as my dad's side xD