On the eighth day of Christmas my true love sent to me...a court summons for damage to property

By Quin
http://www.quinparker.com


As a toddler, Christmas meant lots of shiny things for me to break. I loved the decorations on our Christmas tree. I'd bend a branch so far back it would dig into my chubby fingers, and then send the baubles flying into the laundry basket and next door's dog.


Now I see Ealing's nasty municipal Christmas decoration and fantasise about getting in a JCB (http://www.diggerland.com), grabbing the cable across the street, stretching it back like a bungee rope and then boinging all of the Santa effigies and neon reindeer straight into the windows of a department store. Is that wrong?


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