Grandma gives me socks for Christmas.

Two redheaded young boys walked into my dad's house today, said not a word as they walked past me, and began examining the presents underneath our Christmas tree. One was too young to read and was asking his older flame-headed brother who every single present under the tree was for. Upon finding a gift that provided the appropriate Christian name, they plopped down on the ground and waited. I didn't know what to do with them because I had never been trespassed by two young children. I had also never been burglarized by young children, so I stood baffled. Then my stepmom walked around the corner and referred to them by name, bumping them up from the category of being "strange unknown children" to the "step-cousin strange unknown children." Having legal relation to a complete stranger does in no way ease any sort of apprehension you have about them entering your home and pillaging your Christmas tree, let me tell you.