He throws his hands into the air.
Christmas! Commercialised crap sold by stores cashing in. Christmas tunes fed into unwilling ears. Then there's the gifts. Endless organising so that nobody gets left out. It all gets too much. I'm sick of giving out presents to ungrateful brats who rip open their gifts only to move to the next one. And you're telling me it's not all bad?
A pause for breath.
And they always leave me mince pies. Why? I hate mince pies. Well? What you got to say?
You ever thought that maybe it's time to move on, Santa?
Christmas! Commercialised crap sold by stores cashing in. Christmas tunes fed into unwilling ears. Then there's the gifts. Endless organising so that nobody gets left out. It all gets too much. I'm sick of giving out presents to ungrateful brats who rip open their gifts only to move to the next one. And you're telling me it's not all bad?
A pause for breath.
And they always leave me mince pies. Why? I hate mince pies. Well? What you got to say?
You ever thought that maybe it's time to move on, Santa?
