Dear Christmas,



I could not say that I really hate you, but I really despise you with all my little and black heart (or maybe non-existent).

Maybe, you are thinking, why now? This is my moment! I have chosen the 24th of December (because in Eastern Europe we celebrate it on the 24th) to write all the things that make me scream: I want to be somewhere where there is no Christmas and no stupid happy commercials!

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