First, you start with a box. Then, you fill it with pox. Wrap it in bright-colored paper. Top it with a bow.
What’s in it, you say? That’s the point of the thing—not to know.
Then you hang an oversized sock over the fire. Fill it with a severed foot if you dare. But leave room for snapping candies and small toys. You need something that will spring out and scare all the little girls and the boys.
And that, my dears, is the true meaning of this time they call Christmas!
