December never ends.

I have wicker splinters in my fingers from twisting Easter baskets over a scanner for six hours.
Now they're going to stuff those baskets with fake grass and edible bunnies and bestow it upon some lucky child before they go off to church.
Why does everyone have to celebrate Jesus with candy. I like candy and Jesus as much as the next person, but I wish we could celebrate him with power tools or swimming pool supplies. Anything, as long as it can be purchased at an establishment I do not work at.