I WROTE A TRUE STORY:

Will the Real Kris Kringle Please Stand Up?!This year has been hard on my family financially like usual, but a little bit rougher on us than we're used to. This year my mom decided that for Christmas we couldn't afford the tree we usually get (Not exactly a Charlie Brown tree, but certainly ain't no Rockafeller center exhibit either), so we decided to use my little black fake one ("The Satan tree") I got a few years ago as "a little gag present because I'm not a Christian" (Whatever, as long as they don't sprinkle holy water on me or have a priest perform an exorcism, they can buy all the dinky black trees they want.)
It's small, but I figured good enough right? I mean, I'm personally not super into Christmas, but I do enjoy the nice smell of a freshly hacked down pine tree, especially when it comes to covering up eggnog farts. We're not exactly the kind of family to sit around the tree holding hands singing songs or anything like that, but it is a nice thing to have around you know? Well I posted that picture on my
It's neat and I would appreciate if you read it :3 A lot of it means a lot to my mom, so I wanted to share it with you.
Also, I have another story. Not so much a heartwarming Christmas tale, but a story nonetheless! It involved me going to a party with the theme "club kids" so I was dressed like I usually do, but it was neat not sticking out for once
That's it. Thanks for reading, Dumplings!
~Love, Woody







