I almost never go home for Christmas either. My family knows they're invited out here, and this year my sister and her husband are coming to visit. My parents MIGHT even come. Why act like they can't travel and want me to, I have no idea. They're retired. They own an RV. They complain that there's snow here, but they live in Michigan. I know damn well that there is generally less snow at my house than at theirs in the winter.
Though I will say, my mom has never cried about it or hung up on me. That's pretty rough. And I think I'd give in and go for a day or two. Though... why does it have to be Christmas? I think I'd just pick a weekend and go. (Though my family does not have huge get-togethers or anything so it's not like I'm missing some huge reunion or something, so I could get away with that.)
"Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming, "Wow, what a Ride!"
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