This wreath lives under my desk during the year and I make sure he is released every Christmas season. He's hated by all, and has been singing his song for the last few decades I've been told. It's a hard torch to carry, but it isn't officially Christmas until this dude sings.
Just imagine Santa's soul trapped in a ring of pine. Hell is repetition.
Click below to hear what I've heard about three hundred times this season.
6 comments:
I love the internet for having this out there.
That just made me smile.
The fact that it made be torturing coworkers.
Sorry, work is making me Scroogey lately.
The torturing of coworkers always brings a smile to my face.
Gold.
Sheeezus.
"Satan"
Hahahahahaha...
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