I think we touched on this last year...

Christmas is the day I lock my door, take the phone off the hook, draw the blinds, unplug the TV, turn out the lights, hide under a blanket for the day, and pretend the day didn't happen.

And as memory serves me correctly, you invited me to dinner with your family.

Now that you know me a little better, aren't you glad you didn't have to explain me to your mom?