re-posted in view of the occasion

I wrote this a year ago. the reason why is back. so is my moroseness.

"this time of year again"

crowded with nut munching dumb folk, the city has turned into the hellhole again that is the dreaded pre-christmas period. ugly women and their obese, bespectacled hubbies, equally clad in santa hats (every year!), parade their eternal cluelessness. I want to run amok now (again: every year!). I don't feel jolly. it takes me ages to do my grocery shopping, because a neverending grandmarathon bovinely blocks the streets with sullen glee. there is even a santa robot, singing christmas carols 24/7 in a tone that makes the deaf hurl. damn you, coca cola, for bringing that onto us. sweet, poor baby jesus, little did you know they make you in chocolate now, so that acne blessed girls with braces can bite your head off in between two smokes. you should have a dime for every dvd horror flick box set that is cellophane wrapped in the name of your birthday.

I just want my quiet, be with my family for a couple of days, and that's it.