So, being as that it is the day before Christmas, everyone is supposed to do silly things with your family or friends or something and smile at grandma telling her what a blast you are having babysitting your puking and pooping nephew. As you sit there waiting that extra hour for the rest of the family and happen to load up the page, why not share the joy (anguish) of past Christmas excursions?

I think my favorite one is when I was a young teenager, we drove 7hrs to some amusement park, and got a flat tire about 90 minutes away from the place. We spent the night in a hotel (car places were all closed) and I woke up with a roach on my arm. That sucked a lot.