I get 10 presents, 5 huge ones, 5 small ones in the stockings.
Every year there's less and less things...
You know what really pisses me off about this? It's not about you. Hell I don't even care that much about myself right now, but what does piss me off, is that you're saying you're "only getting ten presents" where there are people who's Christmas is scrounging around the scrap heap. Their Christmas is walking into the living room, hoping to see a tree, a stack of presents, stockings by the fireplace, filled with goodies, and what do they get? Nothing. I'm literally part of the group that doesn't get Christmas and I see you here complaining about getting "only ten presents."
That pisses me off. Because here you are, sitting here hoping for a few more presents, while all I look forward to is break. The break, after which, I'm going to have to lie to people about what I did, because I didn't do anything. Every single time I hear about somebody "not getting enough presents" I want to both cry and kill them. Because it not only reminds of my Christmas's, which I grew to loath, but also it reminds me of what
selfish loving cunts people can be. Boo loving hoo to you with your only ten presents I'll have fun over here doing nothing.