Sunday 24 December 2017

Xmas Eve



The outside world was engaged in the big yearly celebration of capitalism, as she would describe it. She’d grant you that it’s origins were mostly religious and seasonal, and she’d even admit that it means something other than rampant consumerism to a lot of people, but she’d die on the hill that it was mostly about buying stuff.

But in here, right now, there wasn’t a tree, or gift wrapping. She could afford them, and she usually made a token effort to go along with it all.

But then, usually she had Dave there with her. She doesn’t this year.

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