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Quickly; quietly; oh-so-quietly...

My uncle's family is all here, reveling in Christmas cheer. I have snuck into my uncle's studio to feed my blog-reading habit on his computer while the adults pass around coffee cake and the children try on my sister's makeup.

This year, like every year, the children-- Monique, Monet, Sharonda, ten and eleven this year-- pressure me into sitting down and sketching them, badly, never have you seen such awful drawings, but they clutch them and run to the adults, giggling madly at my mediocre productions. Nothing says Christmas like squirming through the compliments of a dozen well-meaning near-strangers.

Is it over yet? I'm so sleepy.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:50 PM | shower me with attention