You yell at your husband for his choice of Christmas music and rant about John Lennon being a communist.
Taking a hot bubble bath to calm down only riles you up even more because the stupid razor can't seem to shave your leg without cutting a major artery.
You clean the house in an hour flat and throw away any Christmas cards that dare fall on the floor yelling at them, "hey, you don't want to stick on the wall, fine go lay in the trash can where you belong."
You glare at the Christmas tree for daring to drop its needles on your newly vacuumed floor.
You get angry at the Christmas music and turn on Evanescence instead. You eventually get angry with them too and turn on a mix cd and the song that NEVER fails to make you happy, really pisses you off so you ban all music from the house for the rest of the year.
You get tired of writing down all of the things that are pissing you off so you end your article abruptly.