Have you ever heard the other verses to "We Wish You a Merry Christmas"? From a CD Joanne insists on playing:

Bring us some figgy pudding,

Bring us some figgy pudding,

Bring us some figgy pudding,

Bring it right here.

We won't go 'til we get some,

We won't go 'til we get some,

We won't go 'til we get some,

So bring it right here.

Seriously.

The thought of figgy-pudding-crazed lunatics planting themselves outside my door and threatening to stay there until I cave in to their demands really sums up the whole holiday season for me. Nothing says it's the Yuletide like caroling terrorists.