Baby Jesus in our hearts.

On the phone with Pinky, discussing Christmas plans.

Me: What did you guys do last year?
Pinky: We went to my parents.
Me: Oh. You have to make a rule that you'll do every other year by yourselves. At home!
Pinky: Well, we also both hate our home. If we have to stay in that little apartment for any longer we'll probably kill each other.
Me: That's nice. Oh, holy night...
Pinky: Yeah. So, now we'll go to his parents.
Me: Fun. You know, I get to choose where I go because it's just me but people still get on my nerves. It's never easy. CHRISTMAS. Eh
Pinky: Right. It's not! It's hard and complicated!
Me: It's not GINGERBREAD and PEPPERMINT, it's angst and drama and YOUR FAMILY PISSING YOU OFF.
Pinky: And it's being unhappy with what you bought people because it's never what you wanted to buy! And you don't like what you got because it's always JUST LEFT of what you want! It's "Nekon".
Me: or Tiffinu!
Pinky: Right. And then you feel selfish and bad!
Me: YAY!
Pinky: It's all a LIE! It's not RELAXING or FUN.
Me: It's stressful!
Pinky: And HARD.
Me: GOD BLESS US, EVERY ONE!
Pinky: Merry Christmas!
Together: AND FUCK YOU!