Hereditary insanity?

I don't know whether it was my aunt posting her Christmas list to Father Christmas or my mother demanding I tie beef fat to the bird-feeder that tipped me off to the ultimate truth that my family are not only nuts, but indeed madder than a bag of rabid badgers. It makes for seasonal amusement, to be sure.

No shopping done.

Tree up but semi-naked.

No idea what to buy mom (beef fat tied to a bird-feeder?...she's got that already).