It was a Christmas party I threw every year. And every year my friends told me I should say “holiday” party. Nevertheless they came, with their children. Some of the children I liked okay but some I just couldn’t stand. There was one little boy who always demanded I open one of my presents that sat underneath the Christmas (holiday) tree. I told he, I’d rather wait until Christmas. He then stomped off to his father to tattle on me. The father came sauntering, drink in hand, asking “Hey, what’s the big idea?”

To which I told Benjamin that the present was mine and I would open whenever I goddamn chose.
Well.! The father exclaimed in shock and dismay.
But his response wasn’t good enough for me. I told him and his kid to get the fuck out of my house. The little boy cried out the door, startling the other guests.
I do not consider myself a Scrooge or a Grinch. Somewhere in between.