We’ve always had good Christmas’s at my grandparents house, except for one year. Its a yearly tradition, that my family would meet my cousins, aunts, and uncles at my grandparents house. We would always have our Christmas celebration in the living room at my grandparents, and it was a little different this year because they were remodeling their house, and their carpet floors had been pulled out, but no floors had been put in yet; so we were having our Christmas celebration on the bare concrete floor. Our tradition was that we played bingo, and if you won a game, you got to open one of your Christmas presents that night, Christmas Eve. This specific year, none of the younger children won any games, so they started having fits while the older cousins got to open their gifts early. The threats started coming, specifically to me and my younger cousin Zach, that we would have to go to the infamous “punishment room”. Nobody ever wanted to go in their because their was a scary plastic goose that grandma kept in their to scare the children. Nobody knew why she had it or where she got it, but it was the reason all the kids stayed out of that room. Of course Zach and I didn’t stop crying, because we didn’t get to open any presents, so obviously we had to go to the “punishment room”. My aunt put the scary goose right in front of the door, so we were scared to try and leave the room. Eventually, we ended up crying until we were so tired that we fell asleep and didn’t wake up until the next morning.