QOTW #4: I'm a Grinch

I don't really remember most of my holidays, leaving me with a somewhat shallow pool of experiences to draw upon (or even fabricate and exaggerate). I suppose that playing balloon volleyball with a multitude of hazily recalled relatives when I was around five years old would take the cake as my favorite holiday memory. It was Christmas, and we were playing in the living room. Thinking back, it was probably lucky that no one dove face-first into the tree trying for a spectacular dig. The highlight of the game (as I remember) was my aunt smashing down a towering spike on the head of my dad (her older brother). Sibling rivalries never die.