The Holiday Royals

The Holiday Royals

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Have you ever wondered how the holidays we know today became the holidays we celebrate now? How did the holidays get their names? What if the holidays were actually powers given to a family? Find out how the family called "Holidays" got their powers and how the holidays came to be! This story is not a real story! It is a Fictional story and it is also my first I wrote in a long time. If anyone has suggestions to give to me to improve my story. Then please tell me and I will try to improve it more. Started: Wednesday, December 30, 2020 Finished: ????? Not a Complete Book yet.
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