The Christmas crush is upon me, which means it's time to step away from the Ranch for a while. I'll be back next week with the annual year in tunes and year in film posts. I'll leave you with this little ditty and the hope that Santa flies right past your house this year:
He knows when you are sleeping,Merry Xmas, everybody!
He knows when you're on the can,
He'll hunt you down and blast your ass from here to Pakistan.
You better not breathe, you better not move,
You're better off dead, I'm telling you, dude.
Santa Claus is gunning you down!
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