I don't have "Friends," but if I did, they would know that I HATE Christmas,

All it is is a lame excuse to get together with family and friends, spend your money on getting them useless material possessions, and "Spread Holiday Cheer", whatever that's supposed to mean.

Also, Christmas means seeing my brother.

A little bit of introduction if you're new. My brother is a full 7 years older than me, and also the most ANNOYING thing in my life. We'd get along when we were younger sure, and I guess if you were some therapist you'd say we have "lots in common" and could "work out our differences." But for the record, the only thing we have in common is a high I.Q., and I know mine is higher than his.

Other similarities? Mm, lets think. I'm a life saver, he's a life ruiner. I dress smartly, He has the most ridiculous fashion sense on the Earth. I eat a lot, he doesn't eat at all. I've got a well paying, respectable job, don't even get me STARTED on his job. I'm straight, and I'm almost 100% sure he's gay.

You get the point.

Anyway, my brother is set out in life to ruin my reputation, but I've kept him from doing it. So far.

So even one day of being in his presence (for the whole day!) makes me sweat with nervousness.

But upon the arrival of the man nobody else could see, I knew this Christmas would be different.