December 25th, 1956
It's Christmas morning! My son, Edwin II came home for Christmas for the first time in nearly three years or so. I'm tryin' to be as energetic as possible, but I'm always tired on Christmas mornin'. I'm usually up all night, wrappin' some last minute gifts. When I was little, mama and pa always put all the "stocking stuffers" out on the table with a box of candy, and some fruit. So, we've always done that for Emily and Edwin II.
When I was a kid, I never really had a good Christmas. Ever since I've been with Eleanor, she's gotten me some toys and comics, as if I were a kid. I look forward to that every year. With how much we've been arguin', I was surprised to see that she still did that for me this year. I can't help but wonder if this is my last Christmas here.
I don't want to think like that, especially on Christmas, but I can't help it. Especially knowin' that if Eleanor ever found out about the recent usage of cocaine, she'll kick me out. What makes it worse, is knowin' that I did it just last night. Christmas Eve. Is that wrong?
Anyway, I need to get back to livin' room with Emily and Edwin II. Merry Christmas.
As always,
– Edwin Myers
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