Call me a cynical miserable old bastard (comes with age) but unless you believe in biblical fairy tales, why do we go to great lengths and expense to celebrate the birth of someone the vast majority of us
have no interest in until the festive (piss up) season? Don't get me wrong I love watching the grandkids opening thier presents but goodwill to all men--pigs arse.



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