Stark Realization, I Harbor Sacrilegious Objection

Stark realization, I harbor sacrilegious objection... Against merry christmas premature blowout, (or otherwise) ejaculation galore burnout, hence I feel like the odd man out neither yours truly, nor the missus spends money and/or time at checkout avoid madding crowds like the plague elbowing, hustling, jostling, pushing, racing, shoving... seconds before blue light special closeout, though neither of us reformed practicing Jews, nor devout mass consumerism capitalistic fallout, we steer clear taking refuge within our underground (arched) all in the family bunker hideout remain hermetically sealed courtesy NASA tested grout hunkering inside spatially roomy subterranean getaway created viz 3d printing immediately after rollout ready to take nesty plunge steeply, perpendicularly, giddily... south to go down rabbit hole, where we carouse, cavort, thermally heated cavernous redoubt reaping efforts after donning (MAGA) hardhats constructing roustabout, whereby protruding innocuous periscope allows, enables, and provides mean ways to scout, since Marshall Mathers Law declared, mandated trumpeted courtesy special ops stakeout regarding our subversive passive actions hashtagged illegal if perchance discovered vis a vis, we Americans express timeout before changing role as seekers playing wargames no matter suddenly Nor'easter creates whiteout futile search until spring thaw melting snow exhumes mister and missus Santa Claus thank you climate change regarding attributed drought.