When I was in my teen Christmas to me was being together with good friends during carolling practices, preparing some word-art late nights to decorate the church altar wall, making crafts out of cardbox as presents for my sisters, attending midnight Mass, hanging around a while after Mass and just taking in the spirit of Christmas all around me at 1am after midnight, walking home alone after that (home was just half a kilometre from church)..
But the next day, on the 1st day of Christmas, the day would just like any other day (cos my parents do not belive in celebrating Christmas, they don’t even attend Mass), only worse. I could literally feel loneliness and silence surrounding me at home. God knows what I did, how I’d survived the Christmas day but I guessed He deemed it fit not to imprint those memories into me.
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