In the middle of the night, Mrs. Snark wakes up in a cold sweat and sits up, gasping for air. "Presents! Unwrapped presents out to get me!"
Mr. Snark turns over. "Whaa?"
"Presents were chasing me! Grasping scissors and tape! Out to get me!"
"I take it you haven't finished wrapping yet?" Mr. Snark asked.
"I have a hundred things to wrap and less than four days left! That's twenty five boxes a day! It's not humanly possible!"
Mr. Snark has a Masters in Math, and thus can count. "Christmas is five days away."
"Yeah, but we're spending Christmas Eve at your brother's house, which eliminates a wrapping day," Mrs. Snark said, climbing out of the bed.
"Where are you going?"