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I don't remember when did this tradition start, either the first year or the second year of our bachelor degree, but every Christmas Eve, Toffer and I would spend it together at Mom's. Then after dinner, we'd go to his parents' house for the Christmas party.

Every year, without fail, Toffer's parents would organise a full-blast Christmas party. All of their family members and close friends would gather until midnight, drinking and dancing as if they're a bunch of teenagers.

Though we too hadn't acted our age with the infinite shots and embarrassing dance moves so I can't comment much; we're all peas in the same pod! One thing for sure, I really, like reaaaally enjoyed myself that I'd have to stay the night there since it would be a reckless behaviour to brave through the extreme weather while being drunk.

Truthfully, I stayed because the next morning, all of the family members would sit under the tree to open the presents.

I've been joining them without fail every year, even during