ChristmasTree

  • I fixed it

    “Christmas tree, my Christmas tree…” “Sonny, what are you doing?” asked Mother seeing the boy perched on a stool, taping the broken glass. “Who did that? Are you hurt?” “Don’t worry mommy. Billy was trying to get in. But I fixed it.”

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  • The smell of Christmas

    The smell of Christmas

    Romi ran through security, clutching her purse and crushing her boarding pass in the bargain. She had never done this before – been so late for a flight – but the stupid, son-of-a-bitch boss could not be bothered with making his point quickly. This after she had told him a bajillion times she had a

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