I hope anyone who makes white chocolate hot chocolate has an incredible, wonderfully snowy christmas day. I wish it’d be so beautiful that they’ve step outside onto their patio in their morning robe just to admire the whiteness surrounding them. I hope the first step they take into the snow engulfs them in the light reflected by the pristine, virgin snow. Then I hope their second step is frictionless ice. I hope they slip and fall, hitting their head onto their doorknob, giving them permanent brain damage. I hope they lose all their toes and fingers to frostbite before someone notices their unconcious body in the snow. I hope they end up in a comatose state for months on end while their family loses all their money trying to keep them alive, until they finally decide to let them go as they’ve drained all of their savings. I hope their spouse and children are fucking traumatized. I hope they get sent straight to the 10th circle of hell with the other white chocolate hot chocolate drinkers.