The first time I celebrated Christmas, I was fourteen. I’ve been celebrating it socially ever since: I always have a great time exchanging presents with my stepfamily, but I never go out of my way to observe it on my own. The religious aspect is irrelevant, I’m not big on receiving gifts (though I did almost cry when Anna got me a toaster oven this year…
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