On Christmas Eve, Jan would probably be hiding in the kitchen at some one of her father's relative's houses, trying to avoid the prying questions of "So, how's your love life?" or "What exactly is it that you [i]do[/i] for a living." She has become adept at excusing herself from these kinds of conversations, but has found that refusing to engage is even better than attempting to disengage.

The kitchen is great, because there are both animals and food. However, at about 4pm, her dad's brother finds her and starts trying to talk politics with her. He's anti-vax for religious reasons, and also an annoyingly close talker with oppressive halitosis. Jan excuses herself once again, finally finding her mother who hands her a very large glass of some kind of potent cocktail while sporting an expression that reads, "You need this more than I do." Jan drinks it quickly enough to cause her other relatives to murmur about her 'drinking problem' for the next year or so, and then finally joins her extended family around the dinner table. 

Christmas Day is a lot more pleasant, as it's just her immediate family. They have a small dinner and open presents. It is otherwise uneventful.