We have a Christmas tradition at my home. Once we were all adults, we quickly tired of giving each other stuff we neither wanted or needed. So we decided to do something different.
We all have Christmas stockings. On Christmas Eve, we all slip away at various times and stuff wads of cash into the stockings. Then on Christmas morning we each wake up to a big stocking full of cash. That’s our Christmas.
Actually, I don’t want or need anything. This is like therapy to me - and I’m too lazy to manipulate a cult.
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