Christmas is getting the better of me. I've tried to keep it under control but it's fighting back. I'm considering firing a tranquilizer gun into its neck.
There seems to be no escape. Christmas is the 'Terminator' of festive holiday breaks. No matter how you run, fight back or hide, the unstoppable red eyed, cheery, tacky, ho-ho'ing clunks up on you with its rigor-mortice grin
Christmas is a tough SOB. It takes no prisoners. Maybe if I sneak up on it unawares when it's having an afternoon nap and then smash a heavy table lamp or similar over its head?
A heavy ashtray perhaps or a compilation volume of Cliff Richard's Christmas Special? Or an electric iron?
Oh the irony.
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