Even though I don't celebrate Christmas... I celebrate Christmas.
Or shall I say litmas *dabs*

Terry the imaginary friend:
*dab* *pulls out fidget spinner* dab* *dab* *gets on hoverboard* *dabs again*

I'm sorry. Here's a shitty poem.

Ah, all the crisp cold air. Songs on the radio. And tommy with a rat chasing his brother. Then Tommie's mother screamed and wailed ,  the rat had successfully landed  in her hair.

To where I say" ho ho ho bitches!"
And I say this to all
Happy new year
And a merry Christmas to y'all.