
by Justin Rosario
'Twas the week before Christmas and all through country, the MAGAs were working to make Yuletide quite ugly.
"Merry Christmas!" they spat, as though hurling a curse. "Merry Christmas, you libtard! Don't you feel worse?"
Throughout this great land, the MAGAs roamed free, snarling and hissing from behind every tree.
"Merry Christmas!" they'd…
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