It’s the night before Christmas back in your home town. The three people on the better business bureau put tinsel candy canes on the street lights. Half the sign’s still burned out at the town’s only 7-Eleven, your aunt is still obsessed with your relationship status, and there are skeletons rattling in every closet in town. Just like last year.
All you can do about it is throw another string of lights on the Christmas tree, splash more rum in every eggnog you pour, and hope those skeletons keep quiet.