Handing out greetings and cheer to people we acknowledge once a year, we count the cost of 24 hours of indulgence and effluent. We count and we consider, we look at all the good things we have received, the love, the closeness, the sparkly presents, we ruminate over all the exceptional grand things we delivered: the joy in a child's eye, a Rage Against the Machine No.1 ( yeah that'll teach 'em all a lesson).
Then as we sit and groan and whimper because we overfed our hedonistic bellies with candy covered, honey roasted, alcohol soaked stocking fillers, we decide in our infinite wisdom to venture to the shops to waste what little of our savings we didn't spend on tinsel, to purchase even more crap because some minimum wage slave with a felt pen has slashed the prices on their most worthless treats.
Sometimes you just have to leave that last after dinner mint behind.
Cretins.
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