“I don’t know, Connor, why does this town play ‘Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer’ year-round?” Classic Storee. Sweet persona. Charismatic. Beautiful smile that masks the person she is on the inside. She questions. She challenges. She drives me fucking mad. “Because they like the song,” I answer. “There’s nothing wrong with that.” “It is when poor grandma is getting massacred every day of the year. Maybe we give her a break.”
