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[deity_inc]

I hate Christmas. Actually let me rephrase that, I am indifferent to Christmas. What I have come to despise is the automatic assumption from at least 8 people a day that I should be enjoying Christmas.

“But it’s Christmas. How can you not be having fun?”

This question, which seems to occur more often than a fart at a bean factory, is the source

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[menckles]

Aren't you so ferocious? I really am quite afraid. (Tee hee.)

Even though this year I actually have contracted Mad-Consumer Disease, one of my favorite things to do during the week before Christmas--and on Christmas Day especially--is find the metal station on the radio of wherever I am and refuse to listen to anything else. The hard rock station is your friend. It understands that there is a limit to how many times even a jolly person can hear about chestnuts and open fires and santa and mistletoe before he loses his mind and starts re-enacting Helter Skelter. The hard rock station plays no carols, only the lovely soothing speed metal we all know and love.

There is an escape. *hugs* Your Menckles loves you.

[raeoftirgat]

Here! Here! But at least in the south on the hard rock station you do get the occasional hard carol.

Happy Festivus! (Seinfield reference)

but really Merry Solstice.