"Guess what -- Daddy's still depressed. I didn't get it. Turning to the lamp since nobody else was in the room, I asked if Daddy's lasting woes really seemed justified. The lamp shook his head, sighed and pondered aloud whether the tree topper was made of 24 karat gold. The lamp and I chuckled, and though no less annoyed with Daddy's critical mood than before, we were satisfied enough in knowing that our hatred spawned together.
Interesting thing was...the lamp wasn't plugged in."