As holidays go, I rate it an 8.8

The house is nearly frantic as our family rushes to make sure that all the preparations are in order. The tables are set, the turkey basted, the seven bottles of apple cider acquired for the five small children and three Mormons, the soda cans and moldy socks are recovered from underneath all the beds and chairs, and thrown out in due process. Watching from afar, one might almost think that some comical game was being played. A really bad comical game, with a lot of crying and teeth-gnashing, but a game nonetheless. And the setup is a little like a game in some respects. The trash in every room, much like ghosts and ghouls of various survival horror games. The food preparation, like Cooking Mama or whatever that game is called. The various tantrums and complaints, like a pick-your-own-path story, wherein you've not chosen entirely the right one. But everything turned out okay in the end, despite the frenzied rush. Movies were watched. Games were played. Plastic dinosaurs were placed in a very anachronistic setting and made prey of plastic tigers. Also, there were a lot of potato dishes.