Christmas has always been one of those holidays thats enjoyment and worthiness is based on how well your wish list was tended to. My wishlist was always a collection of extremely wishful desires (sometimes impossible ones), of which only about 40% became realities. Once I caught on to the fact that my ratio will forever be imbalanced because of my spacey ass imagination, Christmas started to become more like Easter... a holiday I am reluctant to celebrate. Strange enough, I didn'...
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