The Quiet One Snaps at Christmas Eve

I'm afflicted with a severe phobia related to socializing. Christmas is the one holiday that I fear the most.

In order to escape from my relatives' incessant questions, I've spent one year digging up dirty laundry related to every single person in my family.

Before going home for the holidays, I've made a secret vow that as long as my relatives don't disturb me, I will definitely keep those skeletons of theirs sealed tightly in their closets.

But at the Christmas Eve dinner, these relatives insist on making me their personal doormat.