It's been a long time since I really celebrated Christmas. Haven't really had a family in 30 years. No kids, no grandkids, I barely know my relatives names, and I got very few friends. All in all, it's not the happiest time of the year for me. My life is a lonely one and Christmas is a harsh reminder of that. The whole point of this blog is to remember what I had, and cherish it even though its gone now, so today I'm going to talk about Christmas in Walker Creek. It was always nice. We'd get some amount of snow, plenty of power outages, they'd set up a tree on main street and decorate it with lights. The mayor would do a speech in front of it on Christmas Eve. Every store would play the same godforsaken songs. Still like that today, so some things never change. We always had to be wary at night, the animals out there would get more adventurous. Extra deaths around Christmas every year. As you would expect, being in the middle of nowhere has its issues. But that's basically how it worked. I'd go start a campfire and sit in front of it with Julia, hot cocoa in hand every year. It was nice. It was a good life.
-Trevor
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