For me, wrapping presents isn’t a happy fun time- it’s war. It’s the Thunderdome on Christmas Eve. Two men enter, one man leaves. When I’m done, my bedroom looks like the last act of a Shakespearean Tragedy. Little pieces of teddy bears and candy canes litter the floor, Rudolph is quietly weeping in the corner and Santa leaves me the tray of milk and cookies- but I don’t bribe that easily… Merry Christmas everyone!