@SamSykesSwears I remember my first tour. The boy next to me, tinsel spilling out of his belly. Those dreadful bells that meant the next wave was incoming. The sound of carols mingling with dying screams. We fought then so that future generations wouldn't have to, but we failed. #WarOnChristmas
The things I've seen. Bodies disappearing under bloodied reindeer hooves. The life leaking out of wounds inflicted by candy cane spears. For some of us, the #WarOnChristmas never ends.
They say war changes a man. We were prepared for that. Nobody ever warned us about what it does to reindeer. The last great war, the #WarOnChristmas ... Son, the things I saw... the entire Claus line, gone, and nothing remained but blood, tinsel, and the smell of cookies.
If I say its safe to ski this mountain, Captain, then its safe to ski this mountain! I mean, I'm not afraid to ski this place, I'll ski this whole fucking place! Elves don't ski. #WarOnChristmas
Never get out of the sleigh. Absolutely goddamn right! Unless you were goin' all the way... Santa got off the sleigh. He split from the whole fuckin' program. #WarOnChristmas
I love the smell of nutmeg in the morning. One time we had a hill bombed, for 12 hours. When it was all over. We didn't find one of 'em, not one stinkin' elf body. The smell, you know that nutmeg smell, the whole hill. Smelled like...victory, and nutmeg. #WarOnChristmas