x-juggernaut.livejournal.comYou know - if I have to hear another goddamn ONE of you spoiled little brats sulking in the corner or bitching about the holidays, I'm going to grab you by your tiny little pencil necks and wheel you somewhere where people have got a legitimate reason to bitch. You ungrateful little twerps have no idea how well you have it here. You're sleeping in warm beds. You've got food whenever you could want it. And those of you who aren't trying to be antisocially cool actually have people at this school who give a damn about you.
You think you've got a reason to hate the season? Spend it in a soup kitchen. Or better yet, trying to wrap yourself in a cardboard box to keep the snow off you for another night. Maybe one or two of you have been there for a week or so of your privileged little lives - guess what, you're not there now, so quit acting like the world's still out to get you.
There's a little boy in this house who's spent the last few years of his life as little better than a SLAVE, and got pulled out of a goddamn cave to get here, and I have never seen anyone appreciate every iota of what he's been given that him. When a seven year old kid gets a clue faster than those of you who are pretending to know everything about the world, it just shows who actually gets the fucking POINT.
Professor Xavier and Miss Blair are treating you with something that 99 percent of kids your age won't have the chance to have this holiday. If you're not laid up in the medical ward or off visiting family and friends on Friday - you can explain to Xavier and Alison exactly why you thought their gift to you wasn't worth your precious time.
Oh, and Merry Christmas.
~C. Marko