Christmas isn't about how big the tree is, or what's under it. It's about who's around it I never believed in Santa Claus because I knew no white dude would come into my neighborhood after dark. For Christmas I want Santa's list of naughty girls. There is a special place in hell for people that play Christmas music before Thanksgiving. Is anyone else waiting until December 22nd to Christmas shop? Just in case the Mayans were right? Last year, I asked Santa for the sexiest person ever for Christmas. I woke up in a box. The awkward moment when Santa Claus has the same wrapping paper as your parents. A song told me to Deck the Halls...so I did. Mr.and Mrs. Hall are not very happy. Dear Santa, I was framed. This holiday season, in lieu of gifts, I've decided to give everyone my opinion. I try to be unusually kind and compassionate to those around me during the Holidays, because I never know who will end up being my Secret Santa.