December 25, 2007 7am
Santiago's ancestral house at Bulacan
We had our breakfast at Bulacan with my Dad's clan. They were 9 in the family, each having their own kids, and kids on their own too, and some even with apos na. So, imagine how riot that would be.
Gift giving was loud! We grew up receiving gifts not only from our Ninangs but from all our Titas as well. Now, we just don't give gifts to our inaanaks but to all our pamangkins as well. So considering how many Titos and Titas I have, with their children, and their children's children, and some with their children's children's children, that was a lot! We just have to look for our own corner and shout for the recepient of our gifts. So you just have to listen for your name to be called while calling on the recepients of your gifts. It was riot and so funny!
Tito's and cousins drank the red wines they received. Kwentuhans left and right. Uwian na.
We went home at Bulacan, Summer opened her gifts from her lolos and lolas, and from her titos and titas, took a bath, then off we went to Paranaque for our Christmas lunch.
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