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ILOVEYOU -@nicokebaby
Friends stick by you at your worst, Enemies take advantage of you while at your best.
Year after year, Christmas feels less like Christmas. I remember every Christmas Eve, I’d be excited for the next morning. Sometimes even that same night, coming up with different schemes on finally revealing Santa Claus. Even though they always failed. I would wake up Christmas morning, and find an ocean of presents under our massive Christmas tree and all across the livingroom floor. My small little body and legs would dask to my parents’ room, and hurry them out of bed to open presents. And like every year, my parents managed to get me everything i wanted. My sister too of course. But over the years, Christmas changed a lot for me. Now, every Christmas Eve I have to go visit my father at his house with his girlfriend’s family and her. Emphasis on “have”. Who says i want to visit him? When i was a child, he didn’t care about the fast that I wanted to see him. He’d be out drinking with his buddies, or cheating on my mom with some fluzzie. Now that he’s sober, for short periods of time, he thinks that since he’s ready to have me in his life, that I should just accept it. Well no, I’m not ready. He asks me what i want for Christmas. I answer nothing. Then he just hands me a hundred dollar bill. I know that my friends would kill to have that sort of money just handed to them. My fahter has lost interest in actually trying to find something that I would like, or even something as simple as having dinner for the night with just me, my sister, and him, not his girlfriend. He thinks money can fix it, money can’t. He told me to spend that money on anything that i wanted. I knew he was implying something for myself, either go out and get myself a new videogame, some clothes, anything for myself. But instead, i used those hundred dollars to buy gifts for my friends. They spend Christmas at their homes alone, or not doing much. They are the most important in my life, and that is why i hate going and spending Christmas with my dad, and then my mom’s side of the family. Christmas is about spending time with your family, well, in my life, my friends are my family, much more than my aunts and uncles, or my mom and dad. I need to be surrounded by my friends around the holidays, that’s the way I feel like I should spend my christmas.