Slowly, I opened the rusted gates. As I staggered up my drive as long as a giraffe is tall I thought about what I was leaving behind me. I thought about the red and green paper chains though every window. How Christmas trees and candles stood in every house. Why nervous looking Santa clauses claimed the streets and how the phrase merry Christmas left every lips but mine. Wondered why I thought it strange that everyone now walked with a spring in there step and for the first time in my life I wondered why I hated this celebration so.
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