I'd wade through all that petty icing on the cake bullshit and pretend like I really give a fuck, like, do you want that, or like this or that.... Bahumbug! It's all the same when I know you've been nothing but trouble all year... You'll be lucky with a package of horse dung in your mailbox..... On that note. Merry Christmas. You're package is on the way... Have the air fresheners at a ready.