My favorite Christmas memory was when I lived in New York in the mid 90's. All of my twenty-something cousins and I running around my aunt's house like deranged maniacs, my parents, aunts & uncles drunk beyond measure, and the loud ass Dominican Christmas music on blast. No better place than Washington Heights for the holidays. There was this purity in the air. No worries, no stress, no anything. Just love.
This Christmas wasn't as memorable, but I'm still thankful nonetheless. I hope the new year brings you and I peace, love, and the strength to be better human beings.
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