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Another Christmas Eve spent with the in-laws. I sat there, didn’t curse once at my mother-in-law, had a smile plastered on my face. Sat there listening to them talk about themselves while my wife hid in the kitchen. After the night’s over and they leave, what do I hear? No, not the tiny hoof beats, but my wife complaining that I wasn’t pleasant enough, charming enough, interested enough. I used to love Christmas, even though I’m Jewish. Now, it’s death by a thousand knives, smiling the whole time.
SHG
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Another Christmas Eve spent with the in-laws. I sat there, didn't curse once at my mother-in-law, had a smile plastered on my face. Sat there listening to them talk about themselves while my wife hid in the kitchen. After the night's over and they leave, what do I hear? No, not the tiny hoof beats, but my wife complaining that I wasn't pleasant enough, charming enough, interested enough. I used to love Christmas, even though I'm Jewish. Now, it's death by a thousand knives, smiling the whole time.
SHG