Christmas comes but once a year, and as we all know, it is a very long day. Especially when someone who shall remain my sister doesn't let a little thing like adulthood stop her from shrieking over the contents of her fluffy red stocking at the crack of dawn. And then imagine, if you will, a holiday sans liquor; I don't have to since my parents don't drink. So, 6:30 a.m. wakeup + ginger ale = 4 p.m. matricide.
I know we're supposed to think that the entertainment industry promotes violence in children, but it has been my experience that Hollywood...
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