I will wake up in the morning into a world that belongs not to me but to my child, and all children. I may not be sober, but I will be present; regardless of my absolute repugnance toward the day, and everything in which it is associated. I will commit to the task at hand, else I be relegated to the fiefdom that is Douchebaggery.
Gifts will be opened and merriment will be had. Supplications made to (their) God, and all will be well.
Just as long as they don't direct their fucking
judgement towards my disbelief...
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