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Christmas was a magnificent success (there was far too much food!) and everything went off brilliantly and the food was to die and all was magic and then at the end I walked my aunt three blocks away to the parking garage at around 12:45 p.m. so she could take my parents home and go back to Brooklyn, and we started driving the car out of the garage and then we discovered that the garage closes at midnight. And TJ needed to go home that very night so after freaking out for a bit, TJ and proceeded to BREAK THE LAW. Wherein I held up the mechanical arm while she drove the car under it. On the other side we discovered a CLOSED METAL DOOR, which miraculously slid up when the car came right up to it. MERRY CHRISTMAS! I'm a felon!

Italian Christmas was actually fun. We watched Moonstruck (which DOES take place at Christmastime, it was perfect actually). On Christmas Eve we made mini-pizzas with the pizza dough my dad got from the pizza place on Roosevelt Island (thereby saving Christmas.) Christmas dinner was stuffed steaks, stuffed turkey breast, lasagna, broccoli rabe, spaghetti, and a holy ton of antipasto. And tiramisu and cheesecake.

(Christmas lunch was s'mores and peppermintinis.)

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