BAH HUMBUG! That's what I imagine Dougie Freedman to be mumbling from his office in Bolton as he prepares for what could be a tough festive period for his new team.
The similarities between The Doog and Scrooge are a-plenty and it's fitting that as we come to our first Christmas since he left, he is the pantomime villain.
He was always a bit of a moody so-and-so when he was at Palace. He wasn't up for a joke and a laugh, and he likes to crush the dreams of everyone at Christmas.
He didn't like doing the end of season parties at Selhurst and wanted to just be locked away in the training ground and get on with things.
I mean, he was a nice guy and passionate about what he did, but it was never with a smile on his face. Is this important? Not really if the job gets done, but is it fun? Hell no.
I can just imagine him walking down the high street in Bolton (humour me) with a walking cane and a disgruntled look on his face, glaring at all the festive feeling folks up there, kicking through the snow-covered streets with anger until he can get home and sit in his favourite chair and plan on ruining everyone's Christmas.
Oh, and all the kids are muppets for some reason. Probably because I've seen the Muppets Christmas Carol way too many times.
Maybe Dougie will get visited by the ghosts of Palace past, present and future and none of them will make pleasant watching for him.
The ghost of Christmas past will clearly be Steve Coppell, present will be Steve Parish and future will be Ian Holloway with a Championship trophy tucked under one arm.
And instead, we've got a jolly old chap in the shape of Holloway, with his wise cracks, and kind eyes.
I know who, out of Palace and Bolton fans, will be having the more enjoyable Christmas this year.
