You broke into our storage unit, you thieving asshole. You did not hassle with the rolled-up rug or furnishings we could not slot in our cramped home, the stuff that may have some pawn worth. No, you selected to steal what has worth to solely us. You stole our Christmas: Our decorations, our photographs, our lights, even our rattling Christmas tree!
However probably the most painful loss is the ornaments: Those from my mother and father and household I’ve acquired since I used to be born, those I gave my husband over the previous decade we have been collectively, and even my two-year-old’s small assortment, together with a do-it-yourself certainly one of his tiny child handprint. You stole our household’s reminiscences, our vacation pleasure.
Have you learnt how a lot it sucks telling a toddler that we cannot have the decorations and ornaments that fill him with that vacation magic solely children can really feel? It’s heartbreaking. However we cannot allow you to destroy our Christmas. This 12 months we could not have the ornaments or decorations, however we’ll get new ones and make new reminiscences and traditions, ones which you could’t steal. Fuck you, you Grinch.
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