This week, I turn my sights on Santa, exposing that creepy-crawling charlatan for the drunken fraud that he is. What more can I say? Music is provided from a buttload of sources, especially from a ceedee I found in my box at WREK just last week that was simply labeled "Santa Youth 2012" that contained the singlemost thrashing punk versions of those horrible xmas carols that are embedded in our collective bleeding psyche. This year, give yourself the early gift that goes on giving by BLOWING XMAS OUT YER ASS.