This happened, part two

Oliver the Decorator Extraordinaire coaxed his brother awake this morning and up onto the roof to hang lights. I took one look and left in my car, hell bent on returning the reindeer head that my mother had broken with her cane and my father had fixed with superglue, a fool's errand I was particularly grateful for as it prevented an early death. Mine, that is. (Relaxxxxxx, Mom! I was told as I screamed good-bye and told him that I loved him).