My mother works herself sick every year. There's no stopping her. We get to my parent's house and there's 10 different cookies, eight different kinds of candy made, four different desserts, and you can't see the table because of all the gifts she's wrapping. I do my best to take over at that point, but she's already coughing, exhausted, and sleep deprived from the two weeks of constant preparation before we arrived. What do you hate about Christmas?