Headless Chicken Day

I hate Headless Chicken Day. It's that day you have before you go and spend time with The Relatives, where you run around in a blind panic trying to get everything done, and then half that night is spent wrapping presents with a truckload of sticky tape because:
A) by the time you collect your luggage from the baggage carousel upon arrival at your destination, all of the presents inside will be mysteriously torn open, and
B) if you don't put sticky tape over every possible fold of wrapping paper, A Relative is bound to go fossicking in your portmanteau and get a sneak preview of all of the presents.

So by the time all the errands are run, the bills are paid, you've waited in the queue at the post office for an hour for a parcel that the staff can't find despite a tracking number and their own computer telling them the package is on the premises, done the wrapping, and squeezed a change of clothes into the one spare inch of space left in your port that isn't occupied by presents, it's about midnight. All that's left to do now is the housework!

Gotta love Christmas.