Coal in My Stocking
It may come as no surprise to loyal, or even accidental, Podunk readers that I have received coal in my stocking on more than one occasion. Carrying on about Osama bin Santa most likely did not help my case. So all in all, I consider it an upgrade that I’m now receiving gifts like this:
The good news is, there is a literary explanation:
Insulting, without a doubt. Better than coal, without question.