This year, I will not mention that I saw the Salvadoran restaurant employees bringing the entire meal in the door, or my mother in law cramming the fully-cooked restaurant turkey into her microwave oven.
I will not ask my brother-in-law if he brought his girlfriend--the girlfriend his kids aren't supposed to know about.
I will not suggest that my nephew has a poorly chosen name, or that my other nephew had no choice but to turn out badly, considering what a crappy upbringing he received.
I will not contradict my mother in law when she talks about what a great mom she was to my husband.
I will not ask why they didn't make the unbelievable carrots.
I will not say "there's no way I am buying that for your daughter for Christmas", even if I am horrified and amazed at the request.
I will not think evil thoughts, because darn if those thoughts don't just leap out of my mouth.
For the first time in living memory, I will shut up and eat, or drink, or whatever it is I have to do to not say something truly horrendous. By all that is holy, I swear I will write it all down, instead, and publish it in a book and make godawful amounts of money off of it.