Christmas casts a grey cloud of despair over each and every second of Winter, permeated only by the thin, fragile ray of sunlight that is the day when the council picks up my discarded Christmas tree and everything returns to the regular state of tacky, depressing commercialisation which does not require me to suffer the haunting rattle of jingle bells which emanates from my television perpetually.
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A man walks into a zoo. There's nothing there but one dog. It was a shih-tzu.
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