Why Norman Rockwell was a painter and not a writer

To the sweet strains of the Carpenters' Christmas album, Mother hangs lights with dearest daughter Scout, while the springer spaniel Charlie dozes in the kitchen, where Father prepares dinner. Mother storms into the kitchen with the aluminum ladder in one hand and a hammer in the other. She begins rifling through the drawer with increasing agitation before declaring broadly that in case you thought all was right in the world, "The nail situation in this house is fucked up!"