Christmas Day Christmas is a joyous time for all but; it was not a joyous time for the family. Two days before Christmas on December 23, 1988, my parents were fighting about everything. They were yelling, screaming and cursing all through the house. As usual, I ran to my room to hide from the noise and that is where I cried all alone. No one was around to tell me what was going on although I was eleven I still did not know everything. The following day was Christmas Eve my parents hid their anger from the family but, I knew they did this so that they would not upset me. The presents from relatives were arriving and I felt as if I was on top of the world. Seeing my mom and dad smiling was gre