Ok, so it's the Holidays again. That means two things to me at this point in my life. Well, maybe three. One, people become the biggest dicks in the world. Two, the gyms become packed because everyone with their resolutions. Finally, I remember what I thought of Santa when I was little. Now don't take this post as me hating the Holidays because I really do enjoy them. The people I am around are cheerful and I get to see my entire family. That only happens this time of year. I think the only real thing that is different for me than most is my thoughts about this Santa character when I was a kid. I don't know if my Dad made me think this way because of his sense of humor when he described Santa, but here is what I know. The fucker broke into our house, came down the same chimney we had a raccoon stuck in once, ate the delicious looking cookies my mom made that I could not touch. Drank half of the milk and just leaves the rest out. Doesn't even have the decency to put the glass in the fucking kitchen sink. So I would have to do it. I think I also had a dream about him once where he had claws and sharp teeth and whatnot. Therefore, when Christmas morning came around and my younger brother got up at 4 am. I slept in because there was no way I was going to run into that fucking Santa and have him steal my soul to power Rudolph's nose. Other than that MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE and watch out for fucking Santa. The dude is bad news.
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