Come with me to Christmas at my house...

Hear the loud bickering of a family at war because of their grandchildren.

Taste the second turkey that seems to have survived Thanksgiving but is now a crisp golden brown center peice.

Smell the fresh baked cinnimon rolls in the morning that seperates us from our stockings.

Feel the tense air as we all watch eachother open our stockings one by one, waiting for our turn to shred the gifts and litter the ground with useless crap.

See our family fake the happy feelings of the holiday so we can last the week.