How Punk Are You Based On Your Holiday Plans?

At home, with the cat.

At home, with the fam.

At Pizza Hut.

At my band's gig, playing to a sold out basement of six.

Fixing the lights on my Christmas jumper after I spill eggnog on it.

In hell (aka family reunion).

Reorganizing my Kisschasy vinyls.

Rocking around... the beercan Festivus pole.

Snoop Dogg - Santa Clause Goes Straight to the Ghetto

Christmas Carols with Paramore.

Kanye West's Kreezus

Mariah Mariah Mariah

Fresh poutine, extra gravy.

All the food groups -Peperoni, Hawaiian, Extra Cheese, Veggie Supreme.

Traditional xmas meal, complete with brussels sprouts and chocolate pudding.

Gimme that egg nog.

Me, myself and the Rihanna album *cries delusional tears*

Alone. It's how I roll. Oooh, also pizza rolls.

I told you - fa-mi-ly.

And by family I mean my band.

Hide in the closet and scream Victorious until they're forced to stop and find me.

Escalate into full-blown food fight.

Exit the premises.

We don't fight, unless you count the scuffle over the last piece of pizza.

Monogrammed drumsticks

A pirated early copy of the Panic! album from my manager friend

Paramore socks

Chocolate Frogs please

Tartan bodysuit

All my band T-shirts. All of them. At once

Sexy Santa costume. Unisex. It's basically just a hat and boots

Tracksuit and snapback

Watching the fireworks. Outside. Zero f***s given

Counting down to bedtime

Romantic dinner with BAE

Drink more water

Finally go on the ParAhoy cruise this year

Eat more pizza

Give fewer f***