Yes, you read that correctly.
It started as a spur of the moment act of weirdness around (I’m guessing here) 15 years ago. Since then, it’s become an anticipated annual event known as… wait for it… Kissmas.
We’ve kissed every Christmas since then with the exception of only one year. In 2008, just after moving to Los Angeles, I didn’t go back home for Christmas. In my absence, my Uncle John kissed my Uncle Kevin.
Unfortunately, this Christmas, we also weren’t able to make it back, so Kevin and I improvised with a FaceTime smooch.
The tradition lived on. That is, until my Uncle John sent me this photo of Kevin kissing my Uncle Bob after he already e-kissed me!
So, obviously, my Uncle Kevin is a cheating floozie who has no problem going around and kissing whatever family member he wants. I’m really gonna have to rethink this relationship before next Christmas.
Just kidding, I can’t wait to kiss him again!
Mwah,
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December 29, 2013 at 8:07 am
MOM
He is a bit of a floozie but he is so gosh durn kissable that it is understandable that others wanted to jump in on the action. BTW – do you notice that none of the ladies want to get in on the action????? What’s up with that?
December 29, 2013 at 11:39 pm
jshady
Do they not want to get in on the action? Or does Kevin just have no interest in them?
December 30, 2013 at 10:33 am
Bob Steib
Straws were drawn and his future son-in-law lost, but would not kiss
him, so I stepped up. You can’t skip such a time-honored tradition.
December 30, 2013 at 10:49 am
jshady
DAMN RIGHT!
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