Summer

He had barely dodged the "Christmas in July" parties before the "Death of Summer" invites started showing up; it was all he could do to resist a tequila-fueled trample rampage with the glamours off and his full holiday spirit hanging out there for all to see. "Stop being in a bad mood," Sheldon admonished him, bringing the reports cart up from the mailroom. "I know you don't like winter, but that's the breaks. Suck it up; this is Florida." From his assigned hamster wheel at the call center, Krampus sighed and clapped his friend on the back. "Thanks for checking me, Buddy," he responded (sincerely). "No worries," his friend continued with a warm smile (rolling on), "but watch yourself, Debbie Downer. I don't want management to sack you." It was a close call with the maniacal laughter that wanted to follow, but Krampus kept it together. "Betcha I could sack them first," he growled under his breath, grinning from ear to ear.