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The Christmas lights guy is stuck on the roof
One string of Christmas lights goes up on Roman Atwood's roof, and parts of the house go dark. The girls need to get ready, the kids need to get ready, and nothing works. more
The breakers have popped, and the family knows who to blame. "It's Brian's fault." Brian is up on the roof with one strip of lights to show for his work, so the payback is quick. His ladder comes down, to be brought back tomorrow. "You killed my power," Brian hears. "I have to kill your workflow."
Inside, Mom is doing her makeup with wet hair, and Roman says something about how close to ready she looks that doesn't go over well. The time she needs slides from ten minutes to an hour, and they really do have to go. Roman sums up the evening so far in one line: "We took Brian's ladder. He's stuck on the roof."
The baby is starting to scoot, which is news in itself, since not long ago she couldn't even touch the floor. One of the boys ends up face down on the carpet. "Nothing says Christmas spirit like a kid face down on the carpet," Roman says. Then the boys stand up together to show off their Christmas clothes.
SaveThe car gets loaded like a rocket ship fueled up for Mars. One dish gets a rough review before they leave. Someone asks if it is cat puke. It's chicken dip.
This is the once-a-year Atwood family Christmas, the only time everybody sees each other all at once. Tons of kids, nephews, cousins, you name it. They arrive holding the most important thing of the whole night, a mixed cheesecake platter. Inside, there's a surprise. Roman's dad has a guitar, and he didn't tell anybody he was playing.
SaveHe can sing, too, and well. Later, one of the boys won't believe that the presents on display are only for show. Roman's best argument is that if they were real, they would all be different weights.
On the way out, the grass is frozen and crunchy, and Kane leaves footprints in it. On the drive home, he asks Roman why gas stations don't put up Christmas lights. Roman never thought of that and loves it. If one gas station were covered in lights, he says, that's the one they would stop at.
Back home, the baby gets a dance in her honor and shows no interest in it. One toy, for some reason, drives her wild. The next morning, over breakfast sausage, Roman admits he didn't film the party as much as he should have. Then he leaves everyone with a kind send-off: "You are beautiful. You are one of a kind. Smile."
















