If this is the most wonderful time of year….why do I want to dress myself in a Santa suit and shoot myself in the dick to see if I still feel….ideally on my ex girlfriend’s doorstep on Christmas dinner, hoping it ends in my bleeding to death brining here Christmas memories she’ll have to remember the rest of her life and even go to therapy to try to forget..you know hypothetically….maybe it’s the eggnog talking….or maybe I’m just being dramatic….

Is it possible that Christmas music lies to me?

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