I guess I could be considered a cold person, because now I'm seriously considering dating a guy from across the globe (any guy at the moment), so I don't have to spend all 3 days of Christmas with my grandparents or my parents.

When I told my mother that I don't feel like going every day over to my grandparents to eat together and... be together, she had a screaming fit. And since she is certified insane, I seriously don't want to cross her... much. She also told me I should spend time together with them while they are alive.

Fair enough comment. Were they anything but themselves, I guess I would do that, but I know better. Every Christmas lunch in my life ended up the same: my parents screaming with each other, my grandparents screaming at my parents, everybody screaming at each other, and me trying to hide amongst the coats (up till about 12 years old), sneaking away to try and watch TV or do something less boring and violent (but someone always found me to bitch at me, scream at me, tell me how stupid, disgusting or uncute I am), or ending up bringing a book and wishing I had a laptop, although I always scratch that idea since none of the fossils in that house have wireless net, so no use in any case. Every Christmas day spent with my family ends in a screaming match, ruffled feathers to last for days (and every day after it gets worse and worse), me wishing for a semiautomatic and amnesty after that or maybe just a hot bath and a razor blade. When I was younger, I still remember hiding in the coat closet and crying my eyes out every Christmas.

Boy, no wonder I love Cristmas. So I'm up for grabs. I just want a quiet, peaceful Christmas without my abominable family (Is it any wonder I want to leave, make my own and never turn back?), without feeling like the whipping boy of my folks and... just not living in a madhouse. Yeah it would be a Christmas miracle that'll never happen.