Buddy could hear the Christmas songs that filled the air this time of year. It was impossible to ignore the noise coming from the loud speakers of the shopping mall in mid-December. Oh, everything was decorated: trees, stores, even animals. It was sickening how everyone just got overloaded with joy. Talking so loud it made you wanna blow your brains off.
Music overhead, chitchat everywhere, bumping into people. That's what Christmas is all about.
Being with people you've managed to sucessfully avoided all year long. Those sloppybig, big kisses that aunts like to give. Giving and receiving gifts from certain folks that you just can't stand. Isn't that what Christmas is truly all about?
"Buddy, you hurry and get that box of chocolates for your aunt Lucy!" June, Buddy's mother, yelled loud enough to even block the carols from being heard. Aunt came out sounding like aint and Lucy like luuh-say. Mama's thick accent made his skin crawl. She should've lost it by now, he had work hard enough to lose his.
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