Cousins' Christmas
Every year my mom's family gathers in New York around the holidays, and we call it Cousins' Christmas. My mom's family isn't large—three brothers, one who succumbed to cancer many years ago, a sister and their offspring (the cousins)—but the group expands every year or so as one of the cousins marries or has a child. We only have four or five hours together, so the conversations are often quick and consist of a brief rundown of the year's activities. But the time together is valued by all, and everyone appreciates the effort made by those who travel long distances. My mom's sister and brother-in-law live in Canada, and they can't often make it to the gathering (their daughter lives in Canada as well, but she's been able to attend a bit more). This year they had their plane tickets and were excited for the visit, but a last minute health issue prevented them from attending. We missed them very much, as they are just lovely people, but were just very happy that they are feeling better.
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