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It's creepier with your eyes open... and when your daughter looks on.

…on Kissmas.

That’s our tradition,



First, my Uncle Kevin and I apparently had to figure out some Kissmas logistics.

KISSMAS 2016: The Logistics

But then we got down to the bidness.

KISSMAS 2016: The Bidness

I’m pretty sure this kiss marks Kissmas’ 20th anniversary.

On to twenty-one,







Another kiss/year in the bag,


…every Christmas (except last year, when we had to improvise). This past Christmas was no exception.

Kissmas 2014

We call this annual event Kissmas.

Last week, while digging through these old photos from October 1996, I also came across this photo:

Kissmas 1996: The First Kissmas

From what I can tell, this photo is from the very first Kissmas my Uncle Kevin and I ever celebrated. It was taken on Christmas Day 1996.

That’s nearly two decades of kissing a man with a mustache. A man who, for the record, I’m not related to by blood!

Gonna have to print a book someday,


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.

Uncle Kevin and Shady's Kissmas 2013!

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!