Christmas Give

Christmas Give

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I used to love Christmas a lot. I loved looking at the lights in the street and a big Christmas tree, songs and music everywhere. People walking here and there with a smile on their face, they are happy. I loved all the happiness and peace of Christmas. This was my favorite part of the year. But everything changed when he went away. He turned my world upside down. So when Destine asked me out for Christmas, I said no. I can see his disappointment. This is not just about us. This is about Christmas and my heart. I just want to have my Christmas alone, or have no Christmas at all. I feel sorry for him because I know, for most of people, Christmas must be something else. They want to have it with people they love and get a great unforgettable moment. I'm sorry, I'm not in that case.
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