Originally Posted by Psychotic
Christmas special by the numbers, coming right up:
One of us hates our family.
One of us has no family.
One of us thinks Christmas is too commercialised.
One of us was excited about great presents.
One of us has discovered Santa isn't real.
And then we all have an epiphany about the true meaning of Christmas, which is love, or giving, or family, or some other wholesome crap, and then we all gather 'round at the end to sing Silent Night, and then Santa flies in front of the moon.
Then I brutally murder everyone for being nauseating and clichéd, especially Santa Claus, and I parade his head on a large pole in front of a bunch of children.