Christmas-SkwisgaarSkwisgaar hated Christmas.
He hated it more than Charles speeches about not having sex with random women.
He hated it more than the STD tests.
He hated it more than those damn fans.
He even hated it more than his own mother.
Grumbling darkly to himself; Skwisgaar curled up further into his furred blanket and covered his head with his pillow.
It was always too cold during Christmas and all of the happy lights and music seemed to make it even colder to the Swede. Everything in nature was dead and dying and yet here was everyone singing and laughing happily for the birth of some Kid!
Christmas is total dildos. He muttered; rubbing his arms to try and get warmer.
People were always just buying things during this time; things that would be broken and ignored after a week.
The only thing he ever got as a child for Christmas was a beating by a drunken mother and a night in a snowdrift.
Shuddering at the memory; Skwisgaar shut his eyes tightly and curled up into a tighter bal