Ken
O’Brien
Once again that time of year is almost upon us.
The pressure of locating just the right tchotchke
that will pacify that annoying relative for another year.
Relentless repetition of saccharine yule time
ditties that make you wish you’d been run over by a reindeer.
In summary all the angst and loathing of an entire
year crammed into a thankfully brief period.
