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Italian Christmas Eve....LMAO!

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I've never read this one before....Enjoy!

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I thought it would be a nice idea to bring a date to my parents' house on
Christmas Eve. I thought it would be interesting for a non-Italian girl
to see how an Italian family spends the holidays.
I thought my mother and my date would hit it off like partridges and pear
trees.....I was wrong!

I had only known Karen for three weeks when I extended the
invitation. 'I know these family things can be a little weird,' I told her, 'but my
folks are great, and we always have a lot of fun on Christmas Eve.'
'Sounds fine to me,' Karen said.

I told my mother I'd be bringing Karen with me.
'She's a very nice girl and she's really looking forward to meeting all of
you.' ' Sounds fine to me,' my mother said. And that was that.

Two telephone calls. Two sounds-fine-to-me.
What more could I want?

I should point out, I suppose, that in Italian households, Christmas Eve is
the social event of the season -- an Italian woman's reason for living. She
cleans. She cooks. She bakes. She orchestrates every minute of the entire
evening. Christmas Eve is what Italian women live for.

I should also point out, I suppose, that when it comes to the kind of women
that make Italian men go nuts, Karen is it. She doesn't clean. She doesn't
cook. She doesn't bake. And she has the largest breasts I have ever seen on a
human being! I brought her anyway.

7 p.m. -- we arrive.

Karen and I walk in and putter around for half an hour waiting for the other
guests to show up. During that half hour, my mother grills Karen like
cheeseburger on the barbecue determines that Karen does not clean, cook, or

My father is equally observant. He pulls me into the living room and notes, 'She has the largest breasts I have ever seen on a human being!'

7:30 p.m. - Others arrive.

Zio Giovanni walks in with my Zia Maria , assorted kids, assorted gifts.
We sit around the dining room table for antipasto, a symmetrically composed
platter of lettuce, roasted peppers, black olives, anchovies and
meat of course.

When I offer to make Karen 's plate she says, 'No Thank you.' She points to
the anchovies with a look of disgust....

'You don't like anchovies?' I ask.

'I don't like fish, Karen announces to one and all as 67 other varieties of
seafood are baking, broiling and simmering in the next room.

My mother makes the sign of the cross. Things are getting uncomfortable.
Zia Maria asks Karen what her family eats on Christmas Eve.

Karen says, 'Knockwurst.'

My father, who is still staring in a daze, at Karen 's chest, temporarily
snaps out of it to murmur , 'Knockers?' My mother kicks him so hard he gets a blood clot. None of this is turning out the way I'd hoped.

8:00 p.m. - Second course.

The spaghetti and crab sauce is on the way to the table.

Karen declines the crab sauce and says she'll make her own with butter and
ketchup. My mother asks me to join her in the kitchen. I take my 'Merry Christmas' napkin from my lap, place it on the 'Merry Christmas' tablecloth and walk into the kitchen. 'I don't want to start any trouble,' my mother says calmly, clutching a bottle of ketchup in her hands. 'But if she pours this on my pasta, I'm going to throw acid in her face.'

'Come on,' I tell her. 'It's Christmas. Let her eat what she wants.'
My mother considers the situation, then nods. As I turn to walk back into
the dining room, she grabs my shoulder. 'Tell me the truth,' she says, 'are
you serious with this tramp?'

'She's not a tramp,' I reply. 'And I've only known her for three weeks.'
'Well, it's your life,' she tells me, 'but if you marry her, she'll poison you.'

8:30 p.m. - More fish.

My stomach is knotted like one of those macrame plant hangers that are
always three times larger than the plants they hold. All the women get up to clear away the spaghetti dishes, except for Karen, who instead, lights a cigarette.

'Why don't you give them a little hand?' I politely suggest. Karen makes a
face and walks into the kitchen carrying three forks. 'Dear, you don't have to do that,' my mother tells her, smiling painfully. 'Oh, okay,' Karen says,
putting the forks on the sink. As she reenters the dining room, a wine glass
flies over her head, and smashes against the wall. From the kitchen, my mother
says, 'Whoops.'

9:00pm More fish comes out.

After some goading, Karen tries a piece of scungilli,
which she describes as 'slimy, like worms.' My mother winces, bites her hand
and pounds her chest like one of those old women you always see in the sixth
row of a funeral home.

Zia Maria does the same. Karen, believing that this is something that all
Italian women do on Christmas Eve, bites her hand and pounds her chest. My Zio
Giovanni doesn't know what to make of it. My father's dentures fall out and
chew a six-inch gash in the tablecloth.

10:00 pm. - Coffee, dessert.

Espresso all around . A little anisette. A curl of lemon peel. When Karen
asks for milk, my mother finally slaps her in the face with a cannoli. I guess
it had to happen sooner or later.

Karen, believing that this is something that all Italian women do on
Christmas Eve, picks up a cannoli and slaps my mother with it.

'This is fun,' Karen says.

Time passes and believe it or not, everyone is laughing and smiling and filled with good cheer -- even my mother, who grabs me by the shoulder, laughs and says, 'Get this bitch out of my house.'

Sounds fine to me.

Merry Christmas

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Dec 19 @ 10:56AM  

Dec 19 @ 10:57AM  
I just wanna know how big her breast are

Dec 19 @ 11:16AM  
Fuckin' hilarious
I think I've been there

Dec 19 @ 11:19AM  

Dec 19 @ 12:03PM  
That would be MY family!!!!

Very funny....and TRUE!!!!!

Dec 19 @ 12:33PM  

bigger then these ^^^ or smaller?

Dec 19 @ 1:08PM  
That was cute.

Dec 19 @ 2:08PM  
More fish! I hate fish!

Otherwise, funny blog!

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