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Tis the season for trying to skip holiday parties.

Tis the season for avoiding certain relatives.

Tis the season for massive bills, headachs, and hangovers.

Tis the season for dealing with massive traffic jams from people trying to get to the mass at rush hour.

Tis the season for pan handlers and beggers stopping you every 25 feet.

Tis the season for people to play the same 5 christmas songs over and over again for the entire work day.

Tis the season for people to try to sing with those songs even though they don't know all the words.

Tis the season for junk mail, and annoying comercials.

Tis the season you to have to spend 5X more money than you have on gifts to people you don't see for the other 364 days of the year.

Tis the season where every charity company sends you mail, email, phone calls and even has someone stop by your house just in case you didn't get the hint that they want your money.

If only I could have the 4 day weekend without all the stuff that goes with it.

Fa la la la la, la la, la , la.

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