Christmas was always a lonely time for me.
My family didn't really celebrate it and Vanessa and Charlene usually forgot to get me anything.
And because all of my misdeeds, I got coal in my stocking this year
…again.
No cards on the wall either.
I stared at my baron tree and the old traditional fire of Christmas beginning to die.
My slump was interrupted by a knock on the door.
Nobody there.
I looked around, placed by my feet was a present.
It was almost too beautiful to open.
I picked it up gently trying not to harm the delicate wrapping.
I turned the tag over with two fingers.
'To my nemesis Merry Christmas'.
My cheeks burnt in the coldness of winter.
So that's what the warmth of Christmas felt like.
I smiled the steam passing out of my mouth "Merry Christmas Perry the Platypus…"