Chapter 238: Nightmare After Christmas (5)

Christ-mas!

What a disgusting Christmas sculpture!

It was a disgusting and terrible sight that made me want to vomit every time I see it.

The distorted figures of Santa and Rudolph looked like they were drawn with feet, and the word "Christmas" loaded largely on the sleigh was all squashed due to poor size adjustment. Moreover, whoever made this seemed to lack proper aesthetic sense as the font was hard to make out properly, and what's more, it was hanging there covering half the bodies of Santa and Rudolph due to poor size adjustment.

That made it even more disgusting.

Santa and Rudolph looked disgusting and terrible enough as it is, but hiding behind that sign and seeming to glare at me with crazed, unfocused eyes - how could that not be unpleasant?

So when I made a fuss saying that's disgusting and terrible and to remove it immediately, the disgusting hypocrite said:

- Oh, William. That sculpture was gifted by a very great person. It's an object given by a brother with steadfast faith who comes to church every week while maintaining unwavering love for God despite suffering from dementia. If you knew with what heart, with what effort someone who can maintain sanity for only a short time each day made that, you wouldn't find it terrible.

Hy-po-crite.

You're a hypocrite...