A short story

Once upon a time, long ago and far away we had a karaoke machine. And my kids sang their little hearts out. Day and night. Night and day. And my ears bled. And my head hurt. And my level of sanity went down, considerably. And then, the machine broke. And happiness returned to my life. And peace and quiet. Admittedly, my kids were sad, but I convinced myself they would soon get over it. And I was joyful. And my mental wellbeing was restored. Until the holiday season rolled around, and my sister bought my kids new karaoke microphones and once again I was plunged into a dark place where quiet was dead and the the dogs hid and whined and sometimes, they howled. The end.