This so-called Black Friday starts the Christmas shopping season… the high-water-mark of post-modern commercialism’s year. I, too, will eventually crawl out of my dank shadows to partake of the great money exchange. I will endure the acrid smell of taxes generated by the friction of bills on palms and plastic in card readers (smells something between socialist rhetoric and sulfuric toothpaste). I will decipher, using an advanced Fourier Series, the myriad store flyers and their instant rebates, mail-in rebates, online-rebates and no-rebates to determine how to best save a fraction of a percent of my salary. I will induce, when required, Lorentzian time dilation effects to arrive at each store at the carefully prescribed hours they have decided to offer their sales. I will wrap my booty-gifts in shiny yet easily tearable glitz so that even in obscurity these symbols of capitalist utopia show a little bling. And I’ll like it.
As a show of goodwill toward men I have included a Christmas wallpaper here. If you don’t know what this is a picture of do not let your heart be troubled… just start in Matthew 2. If you enjoyed the wallpaper you found here please visit the creator’s website and pay homage. 
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I love the wall paper, thank you it is beautiful, God is good all the time. I only wish that people would leave their wallets in their pockets one Christmas and just concentrate on the miracle of Jesus’ birth and instead of jumping head long into the stress of pleasing everyone else and going in debt that they would just simply celebrate Christ birthday and ask Jesus what he would like us to give Him. It is His Birthday!