In regards to you and your loved ones ,can you write an amusing paragraph or 2 or 3 about a Christmas?

Sitting in a car for an hour is annoying. Sitting in a car for six hours is unbearable. Sitting in a car for twelve hours with your siblings trying to get to your grandmother's house for Christmas is absolute hell. The trip should only have taken seven hours - but, as our eldest brother Johnny never failed to remind us, Polly isn't all that adept at deciphering maps. We had gotten ourselves mixed up in Houston. Johnny was seeing red. Normally, he's a very docile person, a mild-mannered individual, but because he was the unlucky one behind the wheel when we got stuck in Houston traffic for over two hours, he would have gladly thrown Polly, Freddy, and me out of the car just for the sake of revenge on us, despite the familial ties. Oh lord, what hell we went through. Freddy was asleep in the back seat as we entered Houston. This was not good - Freddy was our navigator! Is it any wonder we took a wrong turn? I was riding in the penger seat, and was treated to the lovely sight of Freddy's bare feet resting right next to my head. From beside me, Johnny asked, "So? Which road do I turn off on?" Freddy didn't answer, so I poked his foot, asking, "Freddy? What road?" From behind me, I heard Freddy murmur drowsily, "Mmmmmm... someone is playing footsie with me..." I groaned. "Polly, will you tell Johnny which road to take?" Polly answered, "Uhmmmm... O...kay..." Over the rustling of the map, she told us, "Take the next right, and we should be able to shoot right on through." Johnny nodded and did as she asked. This turned out to be a mistake, and we were lost somewhere in the middle of Houston. That was when Johnny started getting angry. He fairly yelled, "Freddy, wake up, you stupid moron, and tell me which way to go!" With a snort, Freddy sat up and yawned. "Yeah?" "Where the hell are we?" Johnny growled. I found myself sitting as far away from him in my seat as I could. Freddy yawned again and took the map. "Let's see... According to those road signs... And this map... Well, shoot, Johnny, why'd you get off the main road?" I swear I heard steam whistle out of Johnny's ears. "Do you mean," he asked darkly, his fingers tightening on the steering wheel, "that I took... a wrong turn?" Freddy nodded, and ran a hand through his already tousled hair. "Looks like you turned early on, took a right, and the main road turned left." Polly whimpered slightly. Johnny viciously slammed a hand into the steering wheel. "Why didn't you read the map as I asked?" he yelled at Freddy. Freddy yelled back in defense, "I was asleep!" Johnny growled. I saw him bare his teeth in a snarl. His hands clenched around the steering wheel, but he said nothing. "Look, Johnny," I tried desperately to calm him down. "It's not a big deal." "Yeah," Freddy agreed. "Look on the bright side, like Jenny says. It's not the end of the world." "And besides," I continued, sensing that perhaps this was working to abate Johnny's anger, "what does it matter if we take the scenic route through Houston? We've never seen this town. We can still have fun. Why don't we take a rest stop and get a little something to eat?" Freddy agreed with me. "Sounds good, to me, Johnny. Look, there's a pizza place and a mexican restaurant right there. Who wants what? Let's take a vote." Johnny just laughed. I didn't like the laugh. It was cold. Cruel. Perhaps even a little sarcastic. In any case, it was disturbing. And it fit right with the next words he said. "Since when did you two become President and Vice President? Running the car like your own little democracy? Acting like two big omniscient know-it-alls. Is it possible you don't know everything? Oh, sure, sure, everything around us is all sunshine and rainbows. Let me tell you guys something. My back is killing me, I'm tired of driving, we've still got at least three hours to go, and as we speak there's a turkey defrosting somewhere down by Freddy's stinky feet!" Johnny sat there, seething in anger. For a minute, all was peaceful and silent, and then, I felt my whole spirit drain from me as I heard Polly whisper to Freddy those four, horrifying, terrible words... "Okay... where's the turkey?" Oh, the humanity. Johnny's eyes about popped out of his skull. But he didn't yell. He didn't curse. He let out a dark sigh and continued staring at the road ahead of him. "Now, what would the leaders of the free world do at a time like this?" he asked us. "Well, Mister President? Vice President Jenny? What do you suggest we do? The turkey it was our job to bring has flown the coop, this traffic is getting worse by the minute, and by the time we actually get down to Grandma's, she might already be in bed." For several minutes, there came no answer. Polly was too frightened to utter so much as a syllable, and I felt I was sitting far too close to him to actually muster speech. Suddenly, and out of the blue, Freddy laughed. He laughed so loud and for so long that his eyes started watering. "Our holidays," he gasped out between guffaws, "always seem to go like this, don't they?" For a second I wondered what on earth was going through Freddy's mind, but then memories of past Christmases came flooding over me. Last year, when Grandpa lost his dentures and we spent half the night looking for them, only to discover they had somehow found themselves in the most bizarre place: hiding in the big sack of dog food for Grandpa's hunting dogs. The year before, when Polly decided she wanted special hair for Christmas and ended up with an ugly shade of Mauve - she wouldn't come out of the bathroom for hours. The year before that, when Freddy tripped as he was bringing out the sweet potatoes and got them all over everybody. And, my personal favorite, the most chaotic year of all, back when we were all just kids. Polly and I wanted to make cookies, but all we made was a mess. Johnny was playing with his toys on the table that had already been mostly set. And Freddy - I am still a bit mad at him for this - was running around the house being the most atrocious little tattle-tale I have ever met. "MOM!!! Polly and Jenny got flour all over the kitchen! MOM!!! Now they're trying to clean it up but they're getting it all under the refrigerator! MOM!!! Johnny put his sailboat in the punchbowl!" Oh, we've had some terrible times. But the good thing about being with your family, even if it went a bit wrong at the time, is that you can always look back on things and laugh. Which, of course, is what I did. Now it was just Freddy and I, laughing until our faces turned bright red. I looked at Polly through the rearview window. "The sailboat!" I managed to shout. I saw the light of recognition dawn in Polly's eyes, and she too began laughing. I turned to Johnny. "Oh, Johnny," I said as I patted his arm reuringly. "It's not so bad. As holidays go, this isn't the worst we've ever had!" Polly leaned up to us and wheezed out through her laughter, "Not as bad as the dentures!" This started me up again, and now my sides were actually starting to hurt. Through the tears that were starting to well up in my eyes, I saw Johnny's expression grow softer and softer, until he too was smiling and shaking with laughter. "Oh God, we're a sight, aren't we?" he chortled. For what seemed like ages, the only sound that came from our car were various chuckles, guffaws, and the occasional snort. All in all, I find that when I look back, that Christmas gets an 8 on the annoyance scale, but a 10 on the happiness scale.