Joe 1: What are you doing for New Years?
Joe 2: I'll be in rehab.
Joe 1: Why?
Joe 2: I'm Christmas Crashing hard this year. The idea of going out for a drive is exhausting.
Mr. Focke: Hey there! We were out for a drive and our car broke down, right in front of your house! I'm really sorry for the inconvenience, I'm just letting you know that when my uncle Jed gets here, we'll have our car out of here as soon as we can get it fixed!
Mrs. Focke: (put-on shivering voice) I really hope we're not intruding or anything, I'm so so sorry about this!
Dad: Hey, aren't you the Fockes from church? Hey, come right inside - we don't want you to freeze out there! We're just getting started with the presents, and there's still some cinnamon rolls and coffee left over from breakfast. Make yourself at home!
Mom: (aside so the guests can't hear) Honey... We live in a cul-de-sac...
Dad: Yes, I know...
Mom: They're Christmas crashing.