Twas the day after Christmas and all through the house, everyone was passed out drunk even the mouse. When all of a sudden I heard a big clatter I ran inside to see what was the matter. Granma and grandpa seemed in a bother, grandma told grandpa the mailman was his son’s father. Grandpa called grandma a filthy lil whore she grabbed that old man and slammed him to the floor. I could tell grandpa was in fear for his life, when grandma reached in a drawer and grabbed a really big knife. Grandpa got to his feet and tried to flee but grandma tripped him, he took out the tree. The family was watching in awe grandpa jumped up and punched grandma right in the jaw. Grandma stumbled back and took a deep breath, we all knew this meant grandpas untimely death. Grandpa looked at grandma with fear for his life; for he knew he could never beat up his wife. The next thing that happened, I thought I would die; grandpa fell to his knees he started to cry. Through his crying and tears grandpa told grandma, “I love you it’s been 40 years”. I knew that grandpa had done this before, since grandma really was a filthy lil whore. When the fight was over it was clear grandma had won, I can’t wait for next Christmas I’m buying grandma a shiny new gun.
