Funny how the holidays seem to bring about the Christmas spirit even in my dysfunctional family. If you have been following my blog then you know that I’m not really tight with any of my biological siblings. I guess you can say we co-exist, if that. The only siblings I do have love for are my brother and my baby sister. And I rarely hear from them. Last week I heard from all of them with the exception of my baby sister. I got phone calls from one sister and my brother. My oldest sister actually came to visit but I guess you can say it was a trade-off of sorts. She came to get a print-out for Newport cigarettes and to drop me off a picture with my biological father in it; a man I had never laid eyes on in my life. She also dropped off a Christmas present. I wasn’t expecting it.

My other sister called me on Thursday to invite me over to her house for Christmas. Usually when this sister has any type of family function, there is a catch to it. She is usually trying to be nosey or bragging about something. And best believe there is usually some type of drama that jumps off every time. It never involves me, so I accepted. My oldest sister called me later that night to tell me she got invited also, but wasn’t sure if she was going. By the time she came to visit me on Friday, she decided she would attend too. Since my sister who extended the invitation has to work on Christmas, the festivities will not start until after 6pm. Both my oldest sister and I have nothing planned on Christmas Day but, since we know how things go at the other sister’s house, we developed a plan of escape. Stay tuned for further dysfunctional developments.