Christmas in the Milano House is a Sight to Behold

It's not that we do anything much different than any other family.  The fact is we grew up in a bossy family which some days was exhausting but then all ran off and started our own smaller bossy family. 

Now when we get together it's a collision of General's all working their agenda.  Lemme show you a picture.  Take a look at this.

That is just some of us.  That's the grandchildren.  I'm the oldest and that is just some of us.  The people you don't see in this picture are even more of a problem.  My family for the most part is a successful bunch with the exception of me of course.  They are the big dog in many cases in everything they do and then we get together and everyone still wants to be the big dog.  That's not to say that we fight or bicker.  Surprisingly we don't.  What ends up happening is 17 people wanna run the kitchen, 33 people want to be in charge of the music and another 15 want to be the bartender.  There are too many voices for anything to operate efficiently.  Then you have my dad who is almost 60 years old cutting my 9 year old cousins in the food line and starting a riot.  When he is done stirring up trouble there he focuses on riling up the great grandchildren (mine, my sister and my cousins kids).  He gets them hopped up on sugar and bad ideas and now there are 25 ankle biters out for blood.  It's chaos and now we have added my wife's family who is not as big as ours but close.  They are loud, hungry dancing and speaking no English.  It's like going to a rock concert against your will and I would have it no other way.  Merry Christmas from the Milano's.