Once upon a time, knock-outs were the main thing about Christmas after rice and chicken.

I began to dislike it after two major incidents. The first one was a bungalow that caught fire in my street when banger was thrown into the backyard, unbeknownst to the throwers that there was fuel stored there.

The second incident with a friend, banger hit her eyes while exploding. Today that eye is disfigured.

I no longer cherish the happiness in throwing knockouts anymore. My current residence is worse, as it is used to steal from the innocent scared residents.

I truly wish that it can be eradicated