My dad sits on the couch and warbles along to the carols on television; my mother has her hand shoved up the place a turkey’s entrails used to be; and I write mean things on the internet about the weird looks that father/daughter duo are giving each other right now as they sing that one Christmas song I can never remember the title of.
Seriously. I do not understand that level of eye chemistry.
Merry Christmas Eve, you happy people, you.
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