The false sentimentality of the holidays is already being hawked at the bovine masses with their fistful of credit cards twitching. Poor fools. While I celebrate the spirit of the holidays (which should be all year round), all the stress of the season can kiss my rosy red rump humps. There won't be a tree, nor presents, nor decorations but I'm having one big honking meal for my single friends instead. Did it the last two years and it was the best Christmases ever. Free at last, free at last! —Christmas is For Little Kids Period. Coca-Cola's 1930s Santa Says So..