Christmas Writing
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You know, I forget myself sometimes. Forget how fragile the lie I'm telling myself is. Look at this, until I was rudely reminded I was smiling. Granted it looked wicked and unsightly as if I were plotting something devious but none the less a smile it was. Then I was reminded that Christmas is close at hand and even though it is a time of merriment I can feel the hostility in the air and the feeling of not belonging isn't far behind. House filled with a step grandfather, three princesses, and a disowned royalty. With a knife in hand I bid merry Christmas and Happy new year
