BLOG NUMBER FORTY-ONE: SEASON'S GREETINGS FROM THE GOLDEN PEN OF DEN GHOSTLIVEN....

HIPPY CHRIS METH! By Den Ghostliven.

Chris limped towards the twenty-fifth, half-pints of bitterness fuelling blasphemous thoughts: JC’s Bday and his disdain for its celebrations.

Goodwill was all well and good with food and a roof overhead, but in truth, the son of God could go to hell.

Like some booze-fuelled, drug-addled Scrooge, he decided to prove his dastardly nastiness.

To wit: the construction and subsequent destruction of a huge effigy of Mary’s boychild.

Impressed by his nightmarish papier-mache nativity, Chris and his crack cronies watched as the bastard baby burned.

“ow d’ya manage ‘er?” asked a cackling companion.

“Easy” hissed Chris, “AM FIT… AND MEAN!”