Christmas Eve always begins the

Christmas Eve always begins the same way in my parent's house, with my mother busily wrapping presents for my father to bring to work. Invariably, they get into an argument about something such as the procrastination of my mother in waiting until the morning to wrap the gifts ("It's almost eight o'clock! Why did you wait until now to wrap the gifts?") or the appropriateness of certain gifts("We can't give them that, it's made in China!") or something completely minor ("Where are the gift tags?"). Every year, like a well-oiled machine. It's our family tradition.