Peter, Paul, Pookie and your kids...

To all the parents out there who have robbed Peter to pay Paul and then bashed Paul over the head and dragged his limp body to a deserted location where no one would find him so that you could take his money to pay Pookie n them (cause Pookie n them don’t play when it comes to their money) just so that you could buy your well nourished, clothed and sheltered children 22 Christmas presents that they will neither remember nor touch within just as many days *blank stare*

PSA on the side: If ripping open shiny paper with frozen smiles and vacant stares has become a December 25th addiction for your children only rivaled by the phenomenon of crack in the inner cities, it is probably YOU with the problem. There has got to be more to life and the holidays than a bunch of crap that lost all its value the minute it left the store. Kids don’t know this intuitively, someone has to teach them, so again, if they don’t know and they are your kids, YOU are the problem. I am now stepping down and putting my soap box away for another day.