Merry Christmas

The first four and a half hour weren't that bad. They were pretty nice actually. I guess it helped that my dad hid in the shed for most part of the afternoon and that the rest of us don't care much about the Christmas tradition. So we played some music games and listened to the great music the past era has brought us. I did some homework, surfed on the web. I even offered my help in the kitchen. BAM. Turning point. Momma, I do not exaggerate. The quarrels drive me crazy, they do.