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The tiny flashing bulbs aggravated my mother, yet they created an eerie calm that encompassed my soul around this time of year. Christmas is supposed to be a relaxing holiday, as my mother says. With soothing, mellow Christmas lights on the tree, and otherwise with minimal decorations. She tries to convince me (and my father) that Christmas is not about the flashing, racy bulbs or stockings or jolly Santa miniatures. But we already knew that. Christmas is about the presents.
Winter holidays are my favourite time of the year. Not because of presents, or feasts, or relatives, but because of no school. N
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"Did it suddenly get sleazy in here or is it just you?"
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