Even though no one in my family is particularly religious, about 10 years ago my grandmother decided we would start celebrating Epiphany every year. For a few years I thought she made this holiday up, but it turns out it actually is a real thing, which you can read about here. But whatever, all it means for us is that everyone brings their Christmas trees over to my grandparents' house, we eat some good food and everyone gets drunk, and then we stuff the trees one at a time into a metal trash can and light them on fire. Hey Christmas, way to be super lame. At least you're not Lent, I guess, so... there's that.
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