I have a huge Greek family, okay? If you've ever seen My Big Fat Greek Wedding, as well as the sequel? That's a snapshot into my life. So since the holidays are coming up, et me give you a run down of how Christmas dinner works at my nana's house, alright?

1. The second I cross the threshold, there's a plethora of awkward hugs awaiting me.

2. It takes between fifteen to twenty minutes to greet everyone, and just when I think I'm done, out pops another family member.

3. "How's school? How many boyfriends do you have now? What do you want to do again?"

4. Food. More importantly, Greek food.

5. Time to move to the couch and grab a baby so no one bothers me.

6. Did someone say Jello shots?

7. Back to the couch for presents, you say?

8. Time to move back to the dining room. This is an awful lot of walking, back and forth, back and forth. Make it stop.

9. But it's all for dessert, so I'll accept it.

10. My little cousins want to torture me (usually with makeup)?

11. The precious moment comes when my parents declare it's time to go home.

12. This time, making my rounds takes three minutes because I really don't care at this point. To be honest?

13. At least, I always hope to take three minutes but then my nana mentions leftovers.

14. Finally, finally, we leave.

15. Leaving = home = bed. Goodnight.

Don't get me wrong; I love my family. I'd do a lot of weird things for them (here's looking at you, Georgie) but I can only take so much social interaction. I'm an introvert in a family of extroverts. But I love them all anyways.