Chapter: Chapter 8
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CHRISTMAS ALWAYS UNFOLDS THE SAME WAY. ON CHRISTMAS EVE, OUR IMMEDIATE FAMILY HAS DINNER AND EXCHANGES PRESENTS, AND WE SET OUT OUR STOCKINGS AND SANTA'S SNACKS.
Emily (passing a present): Merry Christmas, Maddy.
ON CHRISTMAS MORNING, WE OPEN THE PRESENTS HE LEFT US, AND THEN THE RELATIVES ARRIVE.
Emily (whispering, while opening her stocking presents): So, you've never chanced upon a fat guy with a sack full of presents, have you?
Dee: Um, no.
(A panel showing Emily clearing away loose wrapping paper under the tree, still in her pyjamas.)
Carmine (in a party dress): Guys! Uncle Ben and Aunty Lucy are here!
Emily: Quick, help me clear the rest of this wrapping paper.
(A panel showing later in the day, people sitting on lawn chairs in a back yard while someone is barbecuing, dogs are running around. The back gate opens onto the beach. Emily and Dee are leaning on the back fence.)
Dee: I think they're playing cricket wrong.
Emily: It's French cricket.
Dee: Is it actually French?
Emily: I doubt it.
CHRISTMAS DINNER IS A BARBECUE THAT SPILLS ONTO THE BEACH.
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Alt text: Don't be fooled, Dee does not know the rules of real cricket. Probably his maximum knowledge is that a wicket is usually involved, and then he overheard the word 'cricket' just now and was like 'hold on, i can't spot the only thing I know about this game'.
Emily (passing a present): Merry Christmas, Maddy.
ON CHRISTMAS MORNING, WE OPEN THE PRESENTS HE LEFT US, AND THEN THE RELATIVES ARRIVE.
Emily (whispering, while opening her stocking presents): So, you've never chanced upon a fat guy with a sack full of presents, have you?
Dee: Um, no.
(A panel showing Emily clearing away loose wrapping paper under the tree, still in her pyjamas.)
Carmine (in a party dress): Guys! Uncle Ben and Aunty Lucy are here!
Emily: Quick, help me clear the rest of this wrapping paper.
(A panel showing later in the day, people sitting on lawn chairs in a back yard while someone is barbecuing, dogs are running around. The back gate opens onto the beach. Emily and Dee are leaning on the back fence.)
Dee: I think they're playing cricket wrong.
Emily: It's French cricket.
Dee: Is it actually French?
Emily: I doubt it.
CHRISTMAS DINNER IS A BARBECUE THAT SPILLS ONTO THE BEACH.
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Alt text: Don't be fooled, Dee does not know the rules of real cricket. Probably his maximum knowledge is that a wicket is usually involved, and then he overheard the word 'cricket' just now and was like 'hold on, i can't spot the only thing I know about this game'.