Holiday tradition: blow up the Christmas tree. So, here, a bit later than usual, but with the presents still not yet wrapped, are some explosions.

Let’s warm up with an old favourite, the hellfire missile:

Then, because 2016 was so fucking special, I went nuclear on its arse:

Then the tree gets tired of always being the butt of the jokes and fights back (imagine a label saying, “You are here”…):

Then, well, what the fuck, it’s Christmas. Enjoy!

* Hat tip to, er, someone on Facebook. Will update the info when there are fewer libations in my system or when someone reminds me, whichever happens first. Or happens at all…