The Christmas crackers were the embodiment of the broken festival; all glitter on the outside, a short loud bang, and pointless rubbish within.
The Christmas crackers, slave-made, pollution causing and destined for land-fill, or perhaps the ocean, stayed on the shelves of the stores that year. We sent a message, a strong one, that we were ready for real change.
The Christmas crackers in our house are all edible with tasty toppings - not the sort stuffed with lame jokes and rainbow crowns.
The Christmas crackers line the table as golden soldiers destined for the garbage.
Christmas crackers are mad; all pollution and stupidity. You can get the same joy from a homemade lucky dip. Let the children make their own crowns and make up their own jokes.
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