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Every Christmas Eve, my family gathers at my Grandmothers house. It’s a brick house in the country on my Grandfather’s land. It’s kind of big too. Some of my family, like aunts and uncles are spread out on that land, too. But, back to the story. It is usually very cold outside, so when we go inside, it is very warm with the feeling of comfort and happiness. I see all my family members crowded all over the house talking and laughing. We usually wait in the den and watch television, dance, or play games. The adults usually sit and talk very loud. I found a way around that, though. I go into my grandmothers’ room and watch television where I get nothing but peace and quiet. Then after the food is prepared, they call everyone to the kitchen to pray and eat. We don’t usually eat in the ki...