All families have secrets and lies, and at some point everyone has thought of confessing everything. But when? How? One by one? Suddenly at a family reunion? Today, on Christmas Eve, it doesn't seem to be the best moment. On Christmas Eve you must enjoy yourself, because Santa Claus is coming, because children are there. Tonight, the secrets are whispered and lies are floating in the air. But who cares about another small lie, it will be the last one. Tomorrow, yes, tomorrow we will tell her everything. So, grandma, Merry Christmas.
