Such a diabolical creature this Jay is. "Where's his holiday cheer?!" All of the locals begin to question. He sits alone in his room and looks out of his window loathing the days soon to come. Parent's tell their children stories about the Jay to keep them in line. "Don't act up!", they say "Or the Jay will come and steal your Christmas from right under the tree!" The children gasp and cover their heads with their blankets; and just as the parents hoped, the children are on their best behavior for the Holidays.

He's a grumpy young man with the soul of someone way beyond his years. He doesn't care for any sort of holiday cheer, simply because he has no one to share it with. The Jay hates to see you happy because he's so lonely. "Ah!" he plots, "If I take away all of their cheer, then they'll be just like me! Miserable and alone!" He huffs and he puffs. He stomps and he roars. He has no gifts so he's coming for yours! Don't be alarmed, he's only trying to make you feel what he's felt for many of years. You smile in his face, now the Jay has the last laugh.

Would you like to know how the Jay stole Christmas? Alright, cool. Stay tuned. Lol, I'll add to the story every Sunday - I guess. We'll see how well that works out. Anyway, do you like the new layout? It took forever to get it just right, with the colors and all. There isn't any holiday cheery my way, nigga! I'm taking all of yours. You should have included me into your Christmases last year when I asked. Oops? You didn't. Now I'm going to have my own with all of your stuff. How great? Thanks for donating, busters.

Now, I know all of you little happy fuckers are upset that I could be so cruel and mean. That's just reason for me to do it. I love to make you mad. I want to see you cry because I stole your Christmas. It makes me happy to make you sad. Ah, I orgasm at the thought. What a beautifully orchestrated symphony of crying people. I'll be your band director and we can take this show on the road. What show you ask? How The Jay Stole Christmas!