Ah, Christmas. The most wonderful time of the year. The village streets dusted with freshly fallen snow, the delicious scent of gingerbread and fruit mince pies wafting on the breeze, everyone coming together to rejoice and be kind to their fellow humans— “… I’m going to rip your arms off and shove them so far up your arse you’ll be able to tickle your own tonsils from the inside.” Well, almost everyone.
