The Christmas bubble was in full effect.
Uncle Gerry wanted to try that trick with the sword and the bottle.
(For some reason he carried a sword.)
He got on with it, ran the weapon up the stem of the booze.
The bottle shattered and shards of glass hurled toward Uncle Lloyd.
Aunt Helen's head whipped clean off with the wayward blade.
Aunt Miriam observed that at least she was producing a Christmassy colour.
Things started to get a bit heated.
Uncle Lloyd shared some disagreeable opinions about certain races.
We all tried to have a good laugh about it anyway.
This is what being in the Christmas bubble was all about.