This just plain sucks with a capital "S" ... no way around it ... couldn't come at a worse (regular season) time. Upon hearing this I instantly turned into the worst "Screwge" (and I spelled it that way on purpose) that Dickens could have ever imagined.
To heck with a white Christmas, (there's no worries there where I live), I was counting on a GREEN Christmas, and nothing that Santa can or can't fit into his sack of toys is going to quell the disappointment of not having our Captain on the floor against Orlando on Friday. Unless ol' Saint Nick has got a Paul Pierce, (dressed in an away outfit with a ticket to Orlando in his pocket), stuffed into that over-sized red bag of his, he'd better not even think about coming down my chimney!
And just to make sure my disappointment is conveyed to him in the right spirit intended, if he should come down my chimney, there's gonna be a big fire in the firsplace, a starving Rottweiler waiting patiently on the rug, and should he get that far, a little surprise hidden in his cookies and milk! UGH!!