Fuck have I been good this Christmas. Been keeping out of the pub, preferring the company of my dog, my flask and the flock of white swans that seem to be following us around this winter like the drones that will soon be watching over us like we are all motherfucking Muslim loons.
Hardly even drank this Christmas Eve until it was time for Bad Santa. It was time for the cask strength then. Christmas spirit has me by the sweaty balls now.