THAT TIME OF YEAR
Christmas is in a week. There is snow on the ground, kids are talking about Christmas break and I'm sure I'll start sprouting green fur soon. I feel like the Grinch, I just wish everyone's happy holiday spirt would die.
I feel like telling these stupid kids to shut up. Stop exchanging presents, stop talking about mistletoe, and stop saying Merry Christmas. It doesn't feel like a Merry Christmas, at least not in my house.
No one in my house has spoken a word about getting a tree, shopping for presents, or even the annual family get together. Every Christmas Eve we go over to my grandparent's house and celebrate with all my uncles, aunts and cousins. But mom hasn't mentioned it once and I know that it's her favorite time of year.
So no, it doesn't feel like a Merry Christmas and I wish everyone would just stop talking about it.
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SUPPRESSION •Complete•
Teen Fiction"This would be a better story if I were dead." -Freya Sinclair ••• Suppression was never the key, that doesn't mean we didn't try to shove into the lock. @2014 all rights reserved Story is completed and is in the process of editing and then the chap...
