“If I could work my will," said Scrooge indignantly, "every idiot who goes about with 'Merry Christmas' on his lips, should be boiled with his own pudding, and buried with a stake of holly through his heart. He should!"”
Now if you'll all excuse me, there's a boy down the street, a lad with a crutch and lisp. I think I shall go and mock him till he cries.
Merry Christmas. You may all have the day off...provided your work is done.