Kylie Bray (Love, Hate and Billions)

Christmas in Liston Hills is the time of remembering who we are, appreciating the life we get to live every day. In my home, it is the only time of the year that the Bray and Stones are all in one place. Papa however is not. He doesn't do family stuff or any social scene unless it pertains to work. He used to but not anymore.

My family and friends of the family are all over the place- the Stones, Brays, Orniels, and even the Delroy's. The house is now decked with FESTIVE decorations. There is no mistaking what holiday we are celebrating.

Mistletoe's hanging on white and gold chains suspended from the ceilings.

Two Christmas trees competing to almost three meters in height taking up the big guest hall that's catered for the occasion. Tables surrounding the walls filled with ginger biscuits, tarts, Christmas cakes, puddings, biscotti’s, cookies, you think it and I'm sure it is there.

Distant cousins, nieces and nephews, playing hide 'n seek, running in between the older one's legs, trying to get the perfect hiding spot.

My aunts running around like they did when I was younger, screaming for some silence. What they don't realize is that they make more noise than the kids.

The older crowd, mostly the men, stand around the television area, discussing stocks, bets, playoffs, and business. Their Cuban cigars filling the air, while they puff and laugh in those ridiculous jerseys, except the few that are still wearing suits.

All in all, A typical Christmas eve at The Estate.

I walk down the hall, toward the main kitchen in the back of the first floor, with the empty blue plastic bowl mama asked me to get from the pantry outside, ignoring David and Diamond's bickering happening in one of the art rooms I pass.

The SMELL of roast turkey, beef, and the assortment of food that mama shoved in the oven twenty-odd minutes ago wafts through the air, getting my taste buds wet, reminding me that I haven't even eaten breakfast yet.

morning from four preparing for Christmas lunch and dinner. It is the only time in the year mama cooks. My smaller sister Victoria or Rae as we love to call her and I were tasked with the job of

to help, making all

only the three of us prepping the

occupying at least

should come with catering, but mama insists. She started prepping two weeks in advance and it is still a workload of

ovens to do the meals or else we would be royally screwed. I personally hate cooking. If it was up to me, the only cooking I would be doing is

I am certain she is

another girl, but couldn't have any more kids the normal way, so somehow they got themselves a surrogate to carry

someone special this year?” Mama asks, wiping her hands on her

the Greek salad while my sister chops the peaches for the cobbler Uncle Hector

out STD pamphlets and funding extra LO classes, and David and Michael made sure of it when they beat up my boyfriend,” Rae says this as she goes

of the entire story but Aiden Hallow, Jace's best friend, and my sister had a thing a few months back, to say

“And you Kylie? ”

when my mama

“No mama”

home with what's his name again, corn, form, Storm, yeah, Stormy man.” My