T’was the night before Christmas,

And All Through the House,

Not a creature was stirring

Except me, my mom, and my dad,

Trying to figure out the source of that impossibly loud, continuous car-horn noise that had been going off for an hour already. I hate my life and want to die.

It turned out to be my grandfather’s car alarm. We managed to turn it off five minutes ago, but I’m still shivering and twitching and I can still hear the “ghost” car alarm noise. Merry Christmas, Priscilla.