Merry Christmas Baby! (just f**king die) paints a vivid portrait into the fiction of Ian, who's life unwinds into one of unimaginable discord, hardly harmonious with the conventional customs of Christmas. An epic, enameled with dependence, deceit, dalliance, and dollars, collaged with an especially eccentric lady of the night. Ian's sole source of conscience comes from Jerry, a sincere and necessary source of relief from his constant calamity. An irate girlfriend and lingering lingerie all climax into forcing the audience to wonder why exactly Santa Claus might have shrieked out, Ho! Ho! Ho! into the cold lonely night.