And Christmas Day itself is always the same . We 'll get up in the morning , and our stockings will be full of things , and half of them we do n't want . Then there 's dinner . It 's always so poky . And all the uncles and aunts come to dinner -- just the same old crowd , every year , and they say just the same things . Aunt Desda always says , ` Why , Frankie , how you have grown ! ' She knows I hate to be called Frankie . And after dinner they 'll sit round and talk the rest of the day , and that 's all . Yes , I call Christmas a nuisance . '' `` There is n't a single bit of fun in it , '' said Ida discontentedly . `` Not a bit ! '' said the twins , both together , as they always said things . `` There 's lots of candy , '' said Darby stoutly . He rather liked Christmas , although he was ashamed to say so before Frank . Cousin Myra smothered another of those queer smiles . `` You 've had too much Christmas , you Osbornes , '' she said seriously . `` It has palled on your taste , as all good things will if you overdo them . Did you ever try giving Christmas to somebody else ? '' The Osbornes looked at Cousin Myra doubtfully . They did n't understand .
`` We always send presents XXXXX all our cousins , '' said Frank hesitatingly .
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