On Christmas Eve, I usually go to my grandmother's house, to celebrate with my extended family: grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, cousins' children, significant others. This year I went as a girl. A couple of my cousins already knew, and one of my uncles did, too. It was brand-spankin'-new to everyone else. Everyone was cool with it! Even my super-hick uncle -- who, when my aunt met him, did not have electricity or running water, simply because he didn't care to -- he was totally cool with it, too. (Then again, he does like to wear my aunt's pink bath robe!)
I got a lot of compliments, too. For instance, one of my cousins told me I looked hot. She said she was jealous of how well I can pull off colorful eye shadow!
The next day, I went to my parents' house. They... weren't so pleased. It was basically the same story as Thanksgiving. My mom handles it better than my stepdad. As I walked in the house, she said, "Your daughter's here!" My stepdad was giving me grief about it. I told him, "Everybody at Christmas Eve was totally cool about it. You're the only person who gives me any trouble."
He started with, "Well, I'm not cool!" Then he stopped, realizing he had nowhere to go with that.
I got a couple of practical gifts from them -- warm socks, a warm hoodie, and some boring men's pajama bottoms that were WAY too big for me. I got my stepdad a couple of records: Joe Sample and Chick Corea. Apparently, he had owned the Chick Corea record many years ago but wore it out. So I'm glad I found those for him!
Christmas dinner was awesome! Crab cakes, spinach, broccoli, garlic, and I made rice with lentils. Despite our differences about me being trans, we cook some damn good food together. And our bird loved it!