"Aargggg," the mother dropped packages to be scattered across the floor in her wake.
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Blessed to find her husband had taken time from work so she could do needed Christmas shopping-- but the day was anything but relaxing.
It started well and she made many good sales, relaxing as she listened to the once yearly Christmas music ringing out from the store speakers. But, it seemed that day was given to one group's music; The Chipmunks.
At first the lilting tunes brought back memories and she found herself dancing and laughing to the lively sound. Then, one shop to another, only to hear that one song again-- and again.
Finally, she could take no more, burdened with package she ran to her car. Calmly, she breathed silence before starting the engine, then realized her mistake-- the radio was left on. The blaring squeal of that hairy trio blasted her nerves and sent her to the brink of despair.
Driving home in silence, her eyes were assaulted by the beasts; billboards, painted windows, cutout forms on lawns. Finally at home, calm for the moment, she grabbed bags of wrapped presents and headed for the door-- only to confront her nightmare once more-- "All I Want For Christmas Is My Two Front Teeth. . ."
"Aargggg," the mother screamed as she ran for the safety of her bedroom.
"What’s with mom?" her daughter asked. The father shrugged his shoulders with a puzzled frown.
"Must be that time of the month," he thought to himself.