something about the holidays inspires us to gruesomely eat our beloved favorite characters. Rudolph, your time has come. Thank you for serving us so well all these years and again for the last time on my plate. OM NOM NOM.
Okay, so hamburgers aren't made of ham, we know that, but these little oinklets are so precious, I won't quibble over details. I know you want a kiss, piggie, but I have to warn you. I'm all kinds of hungry.