 | | 2011-12-26 03:15
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Might be a bit late with this, but here goes. Christmas Eve was our Feast of the Seven Fishes, the Italian tradition that says we must eat seven kinds of seafood (maybe it's supposed to be only fish, but Mom extends it to seafood) for good luck in the new year. Or something like that. I'm awful with knowing traditions. I just know it's the only time of the year we use our dining room and Mom's antique silverware. In some years, it's also the only day I get to see my half-brothers and the one wife. It passed in a haze of food, laughter, and one of my brothers getting drunk enough to swear loudly and often and keep me in a fit of giggles. So, the rest will just be pictures...
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