One nice thing about being single? There’s no battle for whose family “gets you” around the holidays. When you’re coupled up, you’re forced to choose between your family and your partner’s — and ultimately, one side’s going to get hurt.
My husband is from Tennessee. I’m from California. Decisions about where to spend the holidays have to be made. Any other year, one family would get Thanksgiving, and the other would get Christmas. But this year, we’ve had a wrench thrown in our plans: My husband is working this Thanksgiving, so we have to stay in Manhattan. We decide to make our respective cases for whose family gets Christmas.