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Time to Put up 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.