lying down in a ditch until a friendly rat appears to tell me life isn't all bad, and in fact, there is a moldy pizza crust right there for the taking. miracles are all around us

i kiss the rat on the lips in a fit of excitement about finding goodness left in the world. startled, the rat bites me and flees. several days later, in the throes of an unpleasant but altogether survivable disease, i hear distant jingle bells. is this the true meaning of christmas?

[the carol of the bells begins playing]

thus concludes the wolfteeth holiday special. the darkest day of the year is tomorrow? you don't say

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