The Bajillion Dollar Business of Christmas Circa December 2019

Despite being atheist, with serpent teen eyes, I would nonetheless bet Eve fen number guys named Adam, or gals noel lies (christened) dollars to donuts (Dunkin and/or otherwise) Jesus would be mighty pleased to know, his surname linkedin with commercial ties, no matter, he might not garner rise zen percentage of profits, no matter spies infiltrate competition especially if he unwittingly gets trampled and cries amidst chaos (think euthanize) untimely death by madding wise flash mob crowd source realize last seconds rushing to snap up latest jamb door prize as venders resort to all manner of (subliminally manipulative) marketing techniques to lure patrons, (especially photo opportunities with one of the many "FAKE" donned Santa Claus), the latter, who would lionize their son(s) and/or apprise daughter(s), subsequently guaranteeing, nailing crosswise, and clinching safeguards exercise immunization against the Grinch sure fire way to manure er... fertilize guarantee future generations rise zing will become avid consumers, who reverently, obsequiously, and devoutly idolize supporting the apostles who revolutionize creative commercialization to capitalize nearly every Cyber Monday occasion to finalize (all sales) pennies on the dollar, where merchants feign going for broke, and capitalize eulogize, and idealize the mighty buck staging "FAKE" news worthy shoppers to burst into tears crying on command, and all manner of pathos pulling ploys nsync king "shameful guilt" that squares singled out forevery one to ostracize, hash-tagged, and demonize yours truly as Scrooge.