Happy Krishnamas

Merry, merry, quite contrary,
How did your shopping go?
With carts piled high, filled with crap you shouldn't buy,
And cashiers all in a row.

And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow, stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so? It came without ribbons. It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes or bags. And he puzzled and puzzled 'till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before. What if Christmas, he thought, doesn't come from a store. What if Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more.

And a trashy white Austin Christmas to bring you good cheer: