I hate listening to baby boomer's talk about

I hate listening to baby boomer's talk about "their" music. They are so smug about it. And it's ALLL they talk about. Their parenting skills suck, but wow, that music was great.

I sincerely think that parents should get blamed for the actions of their sentient, autonomous offspring. Then maybe they'll zip their traps about their precious boomer music.

Santa frowned at that attitude and carefully placed a black mark beside the ungrateful brat's name. "No X-box games for you this year," he chuckled, turning up Hendrix another dec

-ade until "Purple Haze" transmuted into a J-Pop hit. Santa was with the times; he knew about X-Box and Hit Clips. His Tamagotchi died as he sifted through more childish demands.

Santa sighed, tossed the dead Tamagotchi into the large pile of dead Tamagotchis in the corner, and opened his flask. "I'm tired of the greedy little gits. No imagination anymore."

Santa silently remembered the simple times, and suddenly a thought struck him. "What happened to those wooden ducks with wheels? Why don't kids ask for those anymore?"

Santa hadn't kept up with the times. The elves had been making wood ducks on wheels every year & now he had major inventory problems "I told you to take a business course!" Martha

Martha Martha, Santa's CEO (Chief Elf of Operations) screamed at him, drunk on nog and riding a hobby horse topless throughout his workshop, lighting the wood ducks on wheels afire

It was time for her to finally quit her lousy job. "That's right, you little annoying elves! I'm going to work for the Easter Bunny! No more presents! Just hiding eggs from now on!