Cool. But I wonder how many of those stories are really true. A few of them seem a bit calculated to my cynical eye.
Sorry to say I don’t really have a miserable-Xmas story they’d be interested, unless you want to count the time when I was about three and had stomach flu and was too sick to open my presents on Xmas day. (The doctor actually made a housecall to see me, how ’bout that? In his tuxedo yet; he was on his way to a holiday party.) Or the time my brother and I and my aunt all had bronchitis and spent most of the day alternately coughing and crashing.
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Cool. But I wonder how many of those stories are really true. A few of them seem a bit calculated to my cynical eye.
Sorry to say I don’t really have a miserable-Xmas story they’d be interested, unless you want to count the time when I was about three and had stomach flu and was too sick to open my presents on Xmas day. (The doctor actually made a housecall to see me, how ’bout that? In his tuxedo yet; he was on his way to a holiday party.) Or the time my brother and I and my aunt all had bronchitis and spent most of the day alternately coughing and crashing.