I don't ask alot, Lord. I will suffer along with the rest, silently accepting of my lot in life. I will look favorably upon those less fortunate, and deal with mercy those who cannot understand, but please, PLEASE, take me from this unholy time that is Christmas music at work!!! It just keeps getting louder, and more pervasive within my mind. It pushes all thought process aside, turning my nerves to fire brand sensitivity.
I don't ask much. Just this simple favor. Just because your kid came back from the dead doesn't mean us mere mortals can withstand any form of brutal punshiment in the name of his birth. Please smite the hellspawn CD players which crush my will.
help.....
Happy Holidays just the same all
1bob