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Jasmine and Danny sat by the Christmas tree, sipping hot chocoloate. Their presents still neatly stored and unwrapped. By tradition, they had to wait for the whole family before exchanging gifts.
The old clock above the mantel chimed three times—three in the morning.
The lights on the tree flickered, and the room grew cold as a gust of wind tore through the house.
They looked around the empty room, smiling. They couldn’t see them but felt the familiar presence embracing them like a peaceful blanket.
“Merry Christmas,” Jasmine said.
“Merry Christmas,” he said.
Merry Christmas… voices long gone whispered back.
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“Ok girlie, off to Christmas Eve mass.”
“Dad, who are we fooling going there once a year?”
“Well, hon, it’s just something we do. Always have.”
“And then caroling with the lame neighbors we don’t even like?”
“Well, it’s a comforting ritual, I guess.”
“That is so boomer of you. No thought, just follow blindly what you’ve always done. No fresh or critical thinking. Hidebound. Backwards.”
“You know sweetie you are absolutely right. Let’s shake things up this year. Where shall I send your presents? Those EarPods and Adidas need a good home. I’m thinking the Boys and Girls Club.”
Dear Santa
I was thinking about being good. I like presents, and I really want some for Christmas (I should say ‘please’ here). Nothing too much. Maybe a dry robe for cold water swimming. It’s not like I’m one of those other types, the ones who pose in them round town. Losers. I might have called them that, or worse. Is that bad? Anyway, a robe and a bottle of whisky. I know that always make me frisky and I probably shouldn’t do that stuff in public. Really, is that a deal breaker? It is? Well, humbug to you Santa.