I like to imagine that everyone is in their living rooms or dens or front yards with pillow-soft gloves, circling each other warily, hesitant to throw the first punch, hoping not to get tagged. I like to think that each family has set up a round-robin tournament and the winner gets the last slice of pie. I like to think the Holyfield family disqualifies certain members,
But I know that really they're all out exchanging stuff, and I know the stores are a far more dangerous place to be than in your living room with Uncle Ray trying to knock you on your ass.
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