Christmas Clearance, Holiday Hangover

Ah, the Christmas clearance shelf, where all your fond memories

go to die. This is where the magic went. This little tin doesn't realize

that Santa's already long gone. Everything's half off, including

expectations. You can tell it was magical. And this is how every year ends.

You can still smell Christmas in the candle section i- if you smell hard enough.

I always come back here too late, you know? Like a mausoleum of joy.

Christmas death rattle. Just in case you forgot that we've been abandoned

by the holidays, here's your little reminder. What a punch in the Dickens.