Santa’s home brewed hangover from hell

What the fuck was that?! I woke up with a sense of fear and dread. The horror hit me bad. I was out of my depth. What was I thinking? 7.30am. It’s dark, really dark. I struggled to find my face and when I did I rubbed my eyes. I wasn’t ready for this, I knew it, my body knew it. Gradually the cogs started to move like a soviet war factory firing up her furnaces in the bitterly cold Siberian winter. This is a fucking joke! I’d sooner be dead than a Zombie.