“The best thing about this season is the mulled wine. And the selection of all sorts of Christmas alcohol in the supermarkets. That is the only thing that can get me in any sort of jolly mood. I fucking hate this season.” Charles said before he took a sip of his mulled wine.
“Okay scrooge are you going to kick a dying child, next? Dude, it’s not so much a season as it is just one day. What’s the big deal about Christmas anyway?”












