It's funny. I come from a very large extended Italian and Irish family. A lot of religious and political diversity. Roman and Lace Curtain Catholics, Mormons, Adventists, Jehovas, you name it... working class conservatives... political machine alderman liberals, the kind of a family you would think would dread holidays. My father was perhaps the biggest ass in the entire group, and I cannot recall a period of time while he was alive that there was not someone in the family who was refusing to speak to him.
But holidays were never a source of stress for me. Any big family gatherings for that matter. We may have fought like cats and dogs, but we were bound by blood and love, and we tolerated each other's differences for the most part.
The past few years I have spent the holidays more or less alone. If I were a DUmmy, I guess I would be in heaven. But you know what? I miss visiting with my huge family.. the great food.. the incessant teasing of cousins.. the war stories of my uncles.. the tales of hardship during the Great Depression and WWII...
How selfish and miserable must these DUmmies be?