My mom and I arrive at my grandparents' house in the middle of the night. It's Christmastime. We start making Christmas treats. One kind is some sort of candy my mom hands me and I wrap it is waxy paper which I light on fire to mold it around the candy. The other kind is chocolate nut cups which I put in paper cups.
As dawn breaks, people start waking up. The whole extended family plus strangers of all races are there. Everyone is sitting around eating and drinking. I explore the house which now rotates like a rotating restaurant on the top of a skyscraper, but only the inside rooms move. I'm particularly interested in two rooms which are large with ornate wallpaper and have ornate non-functional bathtubs in the middle.
I return to the party and sit on the floor by a table. I pick up a two liter plastic bottle and drink directly from it. I'm surprised it's wine - I remark I thought it was Mountain Dew or something, but I might as well drink it.
People begin leaving even though it's early in the morning. I walk to the next room. There are children putting on a show with elaborate homemade instruments.
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