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Roger: Right dad. Night.
Dad: Night.
Roger: Rebel, uh-okay dad. Sleep in the bathtub. Good one. Here I am. Talking to myself. See what you two do to me. Good lord.
Narrator: The next morning came. Everyone was awoke by a phone call. (Sound effect-phone ringing)
Roger: Hello. What's that? Snowed in. How long? So you did get your money back? That's good. Are you not going to make it? Well I'll tell everyone you say hello. Yeah. Merry Christmas to you too. Uh huh. Bye.
Mom: Who was that dear?
Dad: How should I know?
Mom: I was talking to our son.
Dad: How should I know?
Roger: It was Aunt Marie. They're not going to make it. I guess that is minus seven people right there.
Dad: How should I know?
Mom: Roger, do me a favor and hit your father with a pillow and wake him up. He's repeating himself.
Roger: Right.
Dad: (Yelling like he's reliving the war) Bogeys everywhere. Fly fast men. Watch your six. Huh…oh it's you, the rebel.
Roger: Oh just drop it dad.
Narrator: It seemed that the next two days would get better. Less people. Less hassle. Perhaps, but still he would find himself in peril. Soon the family arrived. Everything seemed to go smoothly. Only two arguments broke out the entire time. Only one of which ended in minor bloodshed. It's a long story about that card table father set up and an annoyed uncle, but I won't go into that. The next morning the family left. Roger, his mother and father, and his sister were all that were still in attendance. They decided to go ahead and exchange the other gifts.
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