All I want for Christmas is... a stolen phone
This time every year, I find myself confronting my own beliefs -- namely, why do I buy into this Christmas malarkey?
The novelty jumpers, the amateur drinkers, the rampant commercialism... I hate all of that. But for whatever reason, I guess I'm just a sucker for the season. Yet there really are times when I fervently want some people to have a really, really and I mean really bad time of it.
That's certainly a sentiment that jars with the whole peace and good will to all men malarkey, but how else can you react to the news that gardaí, and reputable retailers, have warned of smart phones being stolen to order for the Christmas period?