As we approach that time of year where we’re forced to spend time with people we don't like and pretend to enjoy their company, the tricky issue of buying suitable gifts rears its ugly head. This “great” tradition simply compounds a felony. Not only do we have to endure the terminally tedious, when then have to shower them with presents. Furthermore, in return for the carefully considered trinket you’ve purchased for the aforementioned bastard, you receive a tawdry piece of cheap, worthless shit, adding insult to injury. So much for it being the “season to be jolly”.