No matter what, the day didn’t feel like Christmas to her.She remembered years ago, when she had been just a little kid, and the word had been enough to make her happy. Nothing stirred in her now. Her childhood felt like it had been in another life. As she sat alone in her room with tears drying to her face, she resolved that no matter what the calendar said, it wasn’t Christmas.If it was, she’d feel happy, not depressed.

No matter what, the day didn’t feel like Christmas to her.She remembered years ago, when she had been just a little kid, and the word had been enough to make her happy. Nothing stirred in her now. Her childhood felt like it had been in another life. As she sat alone in her room with tears drying to her face, she resolved that no matter what the calendar said, it wasn’t Christmas.If it was, she’d feel happy, not depressed.

– Kayla Krantz –

Survive at Midnight

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