I never understood why people needed to be happy on Christmas. All I see is snow, pointless holiday, frost, and gloom. How is it possible to be happy at all? "You're a different," Veronica says. "You don't have a family like we all do," I stopped talking to my only friend after she speaks two sentences to me. Humans are undeserving and ungrateful. I never understood them. I turn from the cold window and watch her biting on my mittens again. Black pomeranian, my only companion in the lonely Christmas day. I wish I have a family.
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The Other Side Of Christmas
Short StorySome snow is whiter, some snow is duller. For some people, Christmas isn't the same.
