Humility, the real meaning of Christmas

It's always a good time when you're brought back to Earth without mercy by a parent.

Scenario: Mom, Dad, and Shrtstormtrooper are having a Cosmo (or five). Conversation turns to the stress of nursing school and how it looks like I've lost weight.

Mom: Yeah, it looks like you've lost a lot of weight since last year.
Shrtstormtrooper: I really haven't lost any, it just moves around. I'm still around 120, just like always.
Mom: You're only two pounds less than me.
Dad: Mom, those two extra pounds are in your brain.
Mom: Of course they are, I'm smarter than Shrtstormtrooper.

Ouch. No mercy.

On that note, I hope everyone has a very merry Christmas, and that you remember the real meaning behind the holiday: Christ our Savior is born. Or if you don't celebrate Christmas, air your grievances and put up your Festivus pole!