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Time to Put Out the Xmas Decor!

Who’s buying time from the demon in 

red?  I wonder if he means me.  I put
my soul up on eBay once and got but

one offer.  A nickel.  Who wants the soul

of a sourpuss, anyway?  Although, even 

a sourpuss would elevate this dried-up 

husk of a fool today.  So spiritless that 

I’m about the task of chopping down a 

tree triangle, sweating bullets.  What’s
got you so down?  Red Demon asks, 

ever so sweetly.  That’s nice of you to 

ask, Santa, I respond as nonchalantly

as I can muster, knowing full well there 

wasn’t a snowball’s chance in hell that I’d

make it home alive with this monstrous
conifer pointing so greenly heavenward.