I've come to realize that I am a sucker for this season. I buy into it and embrace it with open arms, no matter the amount of sadness it has the potential to bring me at times.

And 7 years after it stopped, I still wake up on Christmas morning and walk to the main room of the house and look at emptiness. The same room that was there the day before, nothing changed. I never hope for some magical gift left by some imaginary person who does those sort of things,...

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