Why does Christmas' night always feel different? Well, that one was a different one, I have to admit. One that left me with a scar and a doubt, something that I'll never know what really meant, and I'll never forget.

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Why does Christmas’ night always feel different? Well, that one was a different one, I have to admit. One that left me with a scar and a doubt, something that I’ll never know what really meant, and I’ll never forget.

        

I was spending Christmas with my friends. Spending it with my family was more hell than Christmas, so I took it as tradition since we got out of high school. The excuse to see my childhood friends was the only way I could get out of family stuff.

We had made a pact the first Christmas after high school. Christmas would be our reunion day. Every year we would meet at the Leery’s and spend a marvelous time together. That way we wouldn’t lose touch.

You may think it’s a problem, ‘cause Christmas is when you and your family get together. However, that was never our strong point (just Dawson’s), so running to the perfect family prevented us to have to face a disastrous family like mine.

Jen, who was living with Grams and Jack, since she went to college had never objected about coming home for Christmas’, specially on Grams’ part; it was easy to join in one Christmas party. Jack would come along, Andie had never came back from Italy and his family wasn’t the sanest way to spend Christmas.

Joey, living now in Boston could come easily spend Christmas with her family; the same that happened to Jen happened to her. Bessie, Alex and Bodie lived just across the creek, well spend Christmas at the Leery’s was much better than just the four of them at the B&B.

That night the roads got blocked and we had to sleep there. Jen, Jack, Mrs. Ryan, Joey, Bessie, Alex, Bodie and I stood at the Leery’s.

The house was big, however I had to sleep on the couch. Dawson couldn’t share his room, ‘cause he had brought a girlfriend. Isabelle, the girl was cool but I hadn’t paid much attention to her. Gale put her daughter, now a ten-year-old beautiful and smart girl to sleep with them and her room was given to Alex, now a big boy with thirteen. The reminiscent room was to Joey, Bodie and Bessie.

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Having nothing more than the well decorated Leery’s living room I went to sleep. It was late and we had been commemorating Christmas all night. I still could smell the food, taste the wine, and hear the laughter that had filled that wonderful night. Seeing how I could have a happy and lovingly life made me want to live forever.

My life was lonely in Los Angeles, where I was renting boats. My daily routine was wake up, go to the office, spend the morning there and head my restaurant after lunch. I had everything, a good business, ...

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