The only holidays that revolves itself around food, at least in my house, is Thanksgiving and my birthday.
Usually, its me or my sister, Kia, makes dinner before 5pm, when my mom, Debi, gets home from work. Debi typically goes upstairs to her room to do whatever and Kia or myself will go bring food up to her before she calls us on our cell phones asking if someone planned a meal. Then me and Kia eat and play Black Ops until we either get mad, tired, or lose enthusiasm.
