People are so disappointingly stupid
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Your stupidity disappoints me
People are so disappointingly stupid
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Your stupidity disappoints me
I’m lost
Give 90%.
Always leave them wanting more.
It isnt even Christmas Eve, and already, I have wrapped some presents.
The lights of the tree cast magic across their faces. She lent forward.
“Here”
She passed him a present. Beautifully wrapped in gold paper, and finished with a ribbon and bow. Small but perfect.
“I thought we said..”
“We did. But its Christmas.”
He held it in front of him, and looked across to her shoulder before starting to open the paper. Carefully, keeping the moment going.
Inside, a smart black box. He could feel just the weight of the card.
“What is it?”
“Open it!”
He lifted the lid.
“I don’t understand?”
“Its like all the love you’ve given me.”
She looked back to the tree.
<Sincere>
Sorry
</Sincere>
No.
SALTY
Tomorrow is
the first day
of your new regrets
It wouldn’t be Christmas without the decorations falling from the wall. Those that fell today had been up a matter of hours. Paper chains that drooped and then guarded the doors of the hall, as the loops came unstuck and the festivities found themselves grounded.
Back in the *early place* where I grew up, I was always tremendously excited when the decorations went up. The excitement wasn’t typically shared by everyone, particularly if they were fully grown up, in adult form, and responsible for attaching things to the cornicing.
In that house, the decorations were truly transformative. At night, I would often sit at the top of the stairs, looking down in awe and wonder at the magic of crepe and tissue banners stretched across the hall, multi-coloured fairy lights, and cards from across the land.