No christmas!:jump: :jump: :jump: :jump: No Saturdays spent jammed into malls with carols blaring in every shop!:jump: :jump: :jump:No fat paedophiles charging $10 a time to listen to my kids whine about wanting all the expensive stuff!:jump: :jump: :jump:No arguments about whether divorced ma-in-law or pa-in -law is coming for lunch!:jump: :jump: :jump:No friggin' kids screeching on the doorstep and expecting to be paid!:jump: :jump: :jump:no more ghastly radio ads for ghastly office functions at ghastly smorgasbord slopshacks!:jump: :jump: :jump:no more pretending that I
really like the idea of getting a roof-painting roller from my wife!:jump: :jump: :jump:No more pathetic stories of idiots who left their houses improperly secured and surprise,surprise some spoilsport stole all the presents!:jump: :jump: :jump:no more sanctimonious twerps smugly asserting that 'Jesus is the reason for the season':jump: :jump: :jump:No yelling at the kids for a solid month that'if they don't behave there will
be no christmas:jump: :jump: :jump:no damn stinking chunk of lumber in the lounge dropping needles into the carpet for weeks on end :jump: :jump: :jump:
GO ON YOU FAT BASTARD!!!!!.
I DARE YOU TO DO IT!
PULL THE DAMN TRIGGER!
