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https://youtu.be/nKClW5TcLcs
In the end it was a group of people going out dressed up going house to house drinking.
Every year my family buys a pig around Christmas, to "dismantle" and make the "season-appropriate" food stuffs, because naturally fed and grown pigs taste better than the market ones.
So I have to waste 4 or so days assisting with cutting the meat, peeling vegetables like it's for a wedding, peeling a ton of garlic (god I hate peeling garlic, and then there is the extra thing of stinging fingers after all that garlic sap stuck to my fingers for too long), grinding the meat, making sausages, melting the fat, etc...
Mom whines that she's working hard at these even though no one told her to do anything, and then gets pissy at dad and me, who get pissy at her in turn.
But we have to do all this crap for the..."season-appropriate things".
https://youtu.be/TXGNuJ6wIes?si=tfKrVX48LRAPKUad
Have a drink and stop being the Grinch who lives north of Atheistville.