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Christmas had never been anything special for me. I had spent my last two Christmas' before this working an all-day shift at work, wiping vomit off tables and getting yelled at by unhappy customers taking their anger and frustrations on me. Afterward, C and I would spend the morning drinking on a rooftop and dancing to Fuck Christmas by Eric Idle. It was not exactly like I was the grinch or that I forbade the holiday spirit, there really was just nothing to celebrate or be happy for. After spending most of my childhood holidays hoping I would escape some beating or screaming from the matron on duty at the foster care that day who would rather be drinking her guts out on her day off, it was n

Julie tilts her head, imagining what Christopher must be like. “He works on Christmas,” I continue. “He asked for a fax machine for his tenth birthday. I don't think the man even knows how to have fun. The only reason he knows how to smile is that it's a good business tactic.” “I can see why you want to be with the younger brother,” Julie says. “Christopher sounds awful.”

Jake's profile pict is our selfie, it makes me smile. "So you're dating Jake?" Suddenly Junyoung came to me, Junyoung is Christian's friend. I rolled my eyes "None of your business." "Your selfie is all over the SNS, did you know that he's a popular guy?" He asked and I ignored him "Christian is here." He added and that make me ignore him more "Hey, sorry." Jake came back and it's about time that the churros is done. It's churros coath with chocolate. Yumm!

I sat across from a guy named Devin, who smelled like woody, fresh spicy tobacco. His wolf energy wasn’t so overwhelming but his smile made me look away every second to make sure we weren’t the only people left in the cafe. “So, what do you do for fun?” he asked, leaning forward with lingering interest. I sipped my drink. “I punch things and make them turn red. Usually people.” He blinked with confusion. “Kidding,” I added with a tight smile. Kind of. He chuckled awkwardly. “You’re funny. You seem more like a girl with a sharp mouth than one who can wreck a jaw.”

She even winked at him. Christopher looked at her and smiled awkwardly. “Maybe next time.” He said sarcastically but it turned out to be so funny with everyone because of his awkward facial expression. Because of that, everyone laughed. Mingchan laughed crazily. “Oh my God, he is so funny and weird! I never thought that a good looking guy would do that. Hahaha!” Mingchan laughed non stop, he was even clapping his hands and twitching his eyes because of too much laughter.

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I can't stop laughing right now. "Grandma! You're really awesome!" Jacob laughed as he gave her a like sign. "Stop fooling me around, Jacob. Fuck that shit now. Fuck him," Lola pointed her finger at me. "Fuck Keatton now, Grandson. This will be my only wish this Christmas since no one is ever here accompanying me to celebrate this wonderful night. Poor old Lola. She will die in drought and lack of sex..." she then acted like she passed out.

We wanted to have a Christmas together as a family. And then the surprise turned into a nightmare. The first thing my in-laws received after they went into the villa was not a hug. Instead, it was a basin of dirty water. Zack was standing at the porch, sizing us up with disgust. "Ms. Sampson's villa isn't home for the homeless. They're your parents, aren't they, Felix? Figures. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Ugh, I can still smell the mud on them."

“You are going to ruin my pullover. Meanie!” “At least as an impossible rich guy, I can buy you a new one,” I say jokingly, which doesn’t help to get rid of her angry look. “How do you usually spend Christmas?” I ask after a moment of silence, not sure if I want to hear the answer. She smiles sadly, poking the leftovers in her plate with her fork. “I decorate my little tree. I bake a few cookies and then I open a bottle of wine to drink it while I watch old movies.”

he said, spreading his hands over the air like he was displaying something magnificent. “Big?” I said flatly. “That’s all you got?” He shrugged. Then after a moment he said, “Maybe it’s too on the nose, but what about Frosty the Snowman?” I chuckled. “Oh, so now you’re wanting to follow the rules. I thought you were going to say rabbit or turtle dove.” “Twelve days of Christmas!” he yelled excitedly. “Only if we want to be disqualified for not having an actual snowman,” I said, looking him right in the eye.