Y'know, I hate to sound like a grouch. Or a grinch. Or whatever. But Christmas gets me depressed.
It's all about the birth of Jeeeeezus. It reminds me that I'm dead. UNdead, I should say, actually. If I were dead dead, then I obviously wouldn't be depressed. I also wouldn't be typing, or going to school, or anything. I'd be takin' it easy in Hell.
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