I really appreciate the Christmas story writing. Until now, I 'm holding myself in tales happy because that's Christmas for me. This time, I offer the cons party.
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Oh no! It's still Christmas. We'll go to the High Mass and again, we will be ashamed. It is not yet 15 hours and already he has had over a quarter of his forty ounces.
When we boarded the car, I will stand very strong on the door, ready to jump. He drives recklessly when he drank. It will replace two vehicles in the parking lot and complaining that all the others, they are reckless drivers, screaming for almost everyone to hear.
He will walk into casings, and put it on the lack of ice. Climbing the steps of the cathedral, he will cling to others and pretend it's to wish them a Merry Christmas Eve. Pathetic.
As usual, he chooses a bench in the aisle. He will sing Christmas carols stronger than everybody, deliberately distorting. Damage. When he is sober, he sings so beautifully.
In other schools, we hear, as always, the whispers of all the others who speak of him, how much is a loss, for being so talented and so lazy.
Returning, Mother offered him driving in its place, but he will again and threaten the jars in front of everyone. They will expect him to leave the park by revving the engine of the family car.
arrived at the grandparents, it will come down one beer after another and finally falling asleep in a rocking chair, dead drunk. Santa Claus will not even come out the presents yet.
Then the others will drop their guard and let themselves go to the magic of Christmas. Everyone will go his joke, its history, and all laugh heartily, no one will fear that the joke turns sour, with her flat little comment.
Then one of the uncles dons fat suit to delight the little ones. All pass once, twice, thrice, four times the false Santa Claus. He did not wake up.
Then all eat and change room to play little games organized. Here, everyone really has a lot of fun, except he who travels from grief and misery to the bathroom to relieve themselves a few beers.
At some point in the evening, many adults become "feeling" is very close to 3 am. Those who leave take taxis. Him, he sober up. Of course, he is grumpy. He gives his gifts, he puts in a bag without even unpack just revenge for not having been awakened to the passage of Father Christmas. He sits down
his entire family in the car, the party is over. Everyone in bed. Again, he's mad. Not against the family. Against himself, because he was not able to provide Christmas for his family to dream ... Again, he knows he has ruined everything.
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