Dickens Christmas Carol Revisited By Nicked Saint

Dickens Christmas carol revisited by nicked saint Frigidaire - from upper atmosphere hammering and whipsawing debris ferociously with an angry flare, cuz mother nature - fed up to here (re: envision me hands indicating over top of head) for humanity scurrying without a care leaving heavy-duty footprints blotting out those of Santa Claus' ancestral reindeer (and indiscriminately trouncing flora and fauna upon terrestrial firma) on a yearly mission where "Neither snow, nor rain, nor heat, nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds” to deliver yule tide courtesy this bloke - who haint no bobbing crotchety old man per radical side of the establishment, (rather yours truly a passive activist) but considers all tha hoo ha over Xmas devoid of divine pride and indignant over so much hype prejudiced against mankind not equally touting t'other days of the year, where vices many do not hide so, I hasten to clarify, identify, rectify (albeit poetically) no intent to pop any holiday balloon - only virtue blithely doth glide past majority intent on grabbing, rattling (Alice in) chains like ghosts of christmas past so for that reason this liberal democrat doth chide how mass of consumers married materialism like a bride forsaking fred ship while flying high jolly roger (ah ah ah chew...I got me a gold), where care does in rare form abide or if discernible with a tiny tim burr coalescing into miserliness and meanness like a cur mud ginned golem with thick wooly Fez E Wig that easily passes faux pas fur as protection against the brutal coldness sans ignorant and want that murmur barely audible in contest witnessed by scrooge who as fiction tries to unfetter himself and for the sake of Jacob Marley begins to stir prophetic for selfishness and greed globally extant per this doctrine a best buy allows, enables and provides well oiled machinery of wealth held by rich gal or guy thus shackling with no inkling a disproportionate populace to feel weighed down in heavy chains though invisible omnipotent bonds stronger than steel straitjackets well nigh held captive i.e. colonialism revisited, where justice does not apply in this interconnected World Wide Web, whence accolades applauded to those who act sly - and try cajoling, finessing, insinuating broken, empty, grimly hollow promises teasing recalcitrant partners analogous to strip the willow tis purposeless asking why undulating, triangulating, strangulating, et cetera in a Venus flytrap essentially spurring me to consider December twenty fifth nuttin boot poppy cock while sitting on Santa's lap, who never gets pooped out hopscotching across realm resorting to his own global positioning satellite linkedin with every revised map one chimney from the next and never caught taking a nap.