Every year, in a happy orgy of destruction, I destroy the Christmas Tree. A dragon roars fire. A huge rocks drops on it. The Enterprise takes it out. Or Darth Vader.
This year I’ve done something different: dancing reindeer. Enjoy.
And, ah fuck it, because blowing things up makes me smile, here you go:
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