I used to love Christmas.
Like most kids, December was the bestest of all months. It doesn’t take a genius to explain why that might be—children are unbridled in their selfishness—receiving presents is something to look forward to.
My mum left when I was eleven.
(Well, that took quite a turn.)
And that meant Christmas would no longer be The Most Wonderfu…
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