Christmas, pah!

I've had enough of Christmas.
All year long I work my fingers to the bone to buy all the presents that my kids ask for. And what happens Christmas morning? That fat git with a beard gets all the credit!
Still I suppose it's my fault
All year long I work my fingers to the bone to buy all the presents that my kids ask for. And what happens Christmas morning? That fat git with a beard gets all the credit!
Still I suppose it's my fault
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