I had a true Bavarian Christmas with my endlessly entertaining German cousins. They are my third cousins, so technically they are considered “kissing cousins,” which is an expression that either denotes “distant cousins familiar enough to kiss” or “cousins that are distant enough in relation that it is not the end of the world to kiss them.” Either way, the expression is gauche, and probably not the best holiday dinner-table conversation.

After we celebrated Christmas with a roast goose at an old-school Bavarian golf, polo, and hot-air-ballooning club, my cousins and I continued to the bar where many of the German guests had brought their dogs with them during after-dinner drinks. One older man and his wife, who seemed Russian in temperament, had two Chihauhaus in tow (very ‘Paris Hilton’ and un-German of them). When the couple exited the lounge, my cousin asked, “What kind of dog is that?” and the portly man responded, “A very expensive kind.” When we commented on the tiny dog’s pink diamond-encrusted collar, the owner responded, “Yes, the collar was more expensive than the dog.”

I guess on Christmas some people have kissing cousins to keep them company, and some people have their blonde wives and very small dogs.

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