The Unrevolutionary Silent No Was

On a cold mountain in the wind looking for Christmas trees, oh the plight! Think about dying this way - what sourdough afterthought would ping pong you back to some semblance of sanity? Not that it matters when you're dead. Pagan token though the Christmas tree is, would its quest manufacture head fillings to unabsurd your final moments or something?

Well, that's enough happy Christmas thoughts for this year. Christmas is for getting drunk and laughing it up.