Sweet sacarine, I love those precious few days just after Christmas where all holiday lunacy is confined to people's houses and not let lose to vomit all over my world. No more rabid shoppers running around (somehow very slowly) buying things to have bought things. No more excessive decorations popping up on every street corner. No more tinny bells shreaking outside the grocery store. (honestly, who has change in their pocket after buying groceries any more?) I really just like to luxuriate in the lack of consumer hordes and motorist clusterfucks. Of course then there's that nice little reprieve in early January when people are shocked at the inhospitabe frigid void that winter is without tinsel and santa hats. They stay inside until that first forecast of snow when they surge like locust on the local groceries and drugstores buying all the bread, milk and toilet paper they can lay their grubby hands on.
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