Whee, it's Christmas Eve. That's a day when Icelanders celebrate Christmas because they're too impatient to wait for the twenty-fifth. Then, when the children grow up, they constantly believe that Jesus was born on the twenty-fourth, whether they actually believe in him or not because that's totally irrelevant (as we all know, they just want presents). When they finally find out that he's really supposed to be born on Christmas Day, they feel betrayed, just like when they finally start wondering why we have thirteen santas and their evil twins but all the movies they watch have one big fat Santa and a ton of elves who make toys and travel in a sledge with flying reindeer, and when they find out that actually Jesus was probably born sometime in June, they feel even more betrayed and become atheists. Yay.

My point is that I'm getting my presents and Christmas dinner before most of you guys. Nyah nyah. :P

THE ABOVE TEXT IS STRICTLY HERE FOR HUMOUROUS REASONS AND IS NOT INTENDED TO OFFEND ANYONE.

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