Candles on my tree made my heart feel warm and glad. Then my house burned down. I, at Christmas time, would send gifts to all my friends... oh, I have no friends. The joy of Christmas is the feeling in our hearts: consumerism. While on holiday, my kids love playing at home, and that's why I drink. Christmas is a time for us to come together, like fleas on a dog. Christ while living said "do not celebrate my birth." Thank God he's dead now. Holly and ivy look quaint hung on the mantle but damn those thorns hurt. As this joyous time draws near, let us remember across will not work.
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