Nothing mom! He just tripped. He aslo broke my phone!
I chase John, he trips and falls, shattering my phone.
Everyone enters, and of course I'm the one to blame. This Is why I wish I could choose my own Christmas. But like I'm always to blame, I'm always forced to be here.
We shorty leave after that incident, and start to head home. Yet again another GREAT Christmas with the "family."Maybe one time I'll be able to have our own Christmas, with my friends, mom and dad. Definitely better than going to see some people I don't even know.