Christmas is just around the corner. Let the chaos begin! Tempers will flare, kids will convince their parents to get the one toy, plastic or electronic, they so desperately need. All the while the parents are aware they will risk sanity and possibly life and limb during the annual fighting of the aisle just to get it. In the end Santa Clause will get all the credit and that toy they screamed and hollered for will be chucked to the side in a matter of a week or 2.
Then its on to Christmas dinner at Grandma's and Grandpa's house. Well much more like a cottage where 40 people cram into the house the size of the old lady who lived in a shoe and had so many kids she didn't know what to do. Aunt Geraldine will gripe how the kids are running through the house, Grandpa will complain how cool it is while consistently turning up the heat, and everyone else is running outside just to cool off. And then there is that one family member who will say something stupid....you know the family member that apparently should've gone to see the wizard for a brain or asked Santa for one, And this of course will have your wife or husband raise an eyebrow and give you the look that says " Get the kids and head for the car now!"
Everyone returns home tired, exhausted and ready for the much deserved nap as a reward. But then you look around to the wrapping paper, toy boxes, and other trash trailed throughout the house from that morning and then it hits you. Next year we'll just stay home and I'll tell the kids there is no such thing as Santa Clause!
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