After driving from one shopping mall to another with my wife. Malls that have the exact and precise same amount of stores. Identical stores. Stores with creaky shopping carts with wheels that stick and make awful sounds. After all this, and after a month of hard work putting up traditional xmas junk. And after all the bitching and whining from you know who, I snapped. I was not going to be allowed to put up my stinkin' aluminum pole. A four foot pole. A pole that would get lost amongst the reindeer, and elves, and santa's and lights, and wreaths, and so on. You know who did'nt want it up. "It spoiled the spirit" of the other shit. I took the pole and started whacking the f%$* outta the reindeer and the other plastic shit and when it was all over, only the Festivus pole remained. Straight. Tall. Unblemished. The plastic shit laid dead forever. Festivus pole 249. Plastic shit 0. God bless Festivus. It makes me feel so good.