I sat back on my couch,
"Outside the carolers start to sing
I can't describe the joy they bring
Cause joy is something they don't bring me....
My girlfriend is by my side,
From the roof are hanging sickles of ice.
Their whiny voices get irritating,
It's christmas time again..
So i stand with a dead smile on my face,
Wondering how much of my time they'll waste.
Oh god, i hate these satan's helpers...."
"What's wrong with you...?" Ein asked. "Don't talk to me, Ein.."