The Smiths next door had a carbon monoxide leak.
Instead of waking up to Christmas and presents, they all died in their sleep.
The Fire Department took the kids’ presents down to the poor kids in the hospital.
But they didn’t know that little Bobby Smith liked to switch the cards and name tags around.
Instead of dolls and sweaters and a new computer, the kids got the lingerie, strap-on-dildos, and other nasty shit that Mr. and Mrs. Smith got for each other.
The nurses and orderlies quickly resolved that problem.
And had a special Christmas party of their own.