I spent Christmas day driving back from Pembroke to Toronto in a rented minivan full of adults, children, a newborn baby, and shoulder-high piles of luggage and presents.
And it was utterly painless. Enjoyable even.
And nobody even complained about having to listen to the Louvin Brothers so much on the way.
Hot dog.
(Not that you could ever really have too much of the brothers Louvin...)
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