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Is it just me!
Christmas madness...
Has started again.
Shopping till we drop...
I'd rather put my head in a bucket of sprout snot...
I seem to be suffering...
From a temporary case of Tourette's Syndrome!
Barking and snorting...
At all things tinsel...
My heart sinks...
When I see Christmas decorations...
In the middle of September.
Demented lemmings...
Jumping off...
The reality ladder.
Buying expensive...
Useless gifts...
Induced alcoholic paranoia...
Getting totally rats arsed...
Just enough...
to block out...
All that festive cheer.
Their is no escape...
You are sucked in...
Every single year...
On that Pagan's winter solstice.
Turning about...
Of the shortest day...
Into some-one's birthday.
I swear blind...
I'll never do this again...
Just like a junkie...
I've got to have my injection of Christmas cheer.
Christmas puddings...
Sprout induced farts...
Constipation...
Obnoxious ungrateful relatives...
Cheap expensive plonk...
Boxing day summer holiday specials...
Celebrity new year divorce's...
Grandma's snoring...
Such Joy...
This Christmas cheer...
I can't wait for next year!!!

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