This year, we sang the carols a little bit louder in order to muffle the sound of Cortlen kicking his bedroom door upstairs. He was upset by the video evidence that proved that it wasn't his turn to put the star on top of the tree.
"Christmas is yuck!" he screamed through the air duct.
"Knock it off!" growled Tim through the vent. Cortlen's crying was drowning out the singing poodles.
"I'm going to get a chair and knock that star off the tree!" threatened the air duct. "Really, I am! You just watch me!"
I began to fear for the safety of the foam ornaments.
In order to protect our investments, we were left with no choice but to tell the Grinch that he had to stay locked up until the tree was decorated or he could control himself, whatever came first.
The Grinch chose to stay in his cave and announce (through the vent) what he had bought me and Tim for Christmas. Unless I let him put the star on the tree, I would not be getting a hot pink plunger.
In a failed attempt to soften the Grinch's heart, we turned up the Jingle Dogs and put the speakers next to the air duct.