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Mariah Carey getting f**k all for Christmas again

POP star Mariah Carey will, once again, receive no Christmas presents from her family or friends.

Despite issuing a long list of things that she would like for Christmas, sources close to the star claim to have been bombarded with subliminal messages that she does not actually want anything at all.

Boyfriend Bryan Tanaka said: “Mariah told me very forcefully that she wanted me to spend a minimum $200,000 on handbags, jewellery and designer clothing, but the moment I entered the store I just couldn’t do it.

“I know this sounds crazy but it was like I could hear her voice in my head telling me, over and over, that she didn’t want any presents under the Christmas tree.

“I left and sat outside in the LA sunshine muttering to myself, ‘Bryan, you know she wants presents. She is one of the most materialistic people you’ve ever met.

“But in every store I went in, from Tom Ford to Bulgari, her voice was there insisting that she wouldn’t ask for much this Christmas, not even snow, and that all she wanted was me.”

Tanaka admitted the same thing happens every year and on Christmas Day he expects the diva ‘to go completely apeshit, as usual’.

King Herod's stressful family Christmas

I once had a Christmas when my scrotum rotted and dropped off, plunging me into several days of agonised madness.

However, this was a picnic compared to most years. Who among us can genuinely say they haven’t spent at least one Christmas hysterically screaming for the executions of their own families and thousands of others?

Take my mother, Cypros the Nabataean. Like most mums this time of year, she refuses to move for the duration of the day and expects every relation from miles around to make the pilgrimage to her, like she’s the Blarney Stone or something.

Then there’s her new partner. I used to breed rhinos back in Galilee and this is exactly what it’s like dealing with him. Just when you think it’s safe to let a new male mingle with the herd, he goes on a mental rampage for no reason whatsoever. It will only end after he’s speared another adult male with his massive horn and you’ve placated him with a bottle of Corona and Finding Nemo on Sky Movies.

My brother’s girlfriend, Salome used to liven up every yuletide. A proper good time girl – no one’ll ever forget the dance she did at my birthday party, least of all John the Baptist. But since she’s had a baby all that is history. Now its like inviting Mariah Carey: she brings her own bottled water with her because my tap water’s not good enough for her anymore and goes in a huff if you don’t have any of her bullshit herbal tea. Then, she needs her ‘quiet room’ for breastfeeding. It’s not like there’s anyone here who hasn’t seen them a hundred times before. Anyway, she’s full of crap: I listened at the door and she was playing Candy Crush for 45 minutes.

So try ten minutes of this and see if you haven’t ordered a few mass killings. Hands up, I don’t remember saying that stuff – I was upset. Certainly, it sounds like the kind of thing I might say and my scribes agreed I definitely said it. Point is: everyone’s said things in the heat of the moment at this time of year. My advice would be to execute all your scribes and then hire some new ones after you’ve had a Bellini and are feeling a little more magnanimous. Otherwise all you’ll hear til the end of time is barbed comments about your little festive slip-ups.

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