already posted this in my bah humbug thread:
jar jar binks pillowcases.
or- when I was little, my dad got laid off from the Chevy plant (for 5 years!) We was po. So one christmas was rather lean. The f*cking nosy neighborhood busybody told the local volunteer firefighters that we were not getting anything. On Christmas eve, with the whole neighborhood watching, A f*cking firetruck pulls up to our house. Lights going, everything but the siren. A drunk fireman in a grubby santa claus suit & 4 other dudes dressed like elves bring sackfulls of used toys and bushel baskets of canned food to our house, ringing sleighbells and shit. We were mortified. We really didn\'t need any of that shit, our relatives were very supportive of us during those tough times. I know all those people meant well, but there were people worse off than us.
