"'You may -- the memory of what is past half makes me hope you will -- have pain in this. A very, very brief time, and you will dismiss the recollection of it gladly, as an unprofitable dream from which it happened well that you awoke. May you be happy in the life you have chosen!'"

-Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol

All I Want for Christmas

Hello, my name is Mara, and I hate Christmas.

It’d always been like that. I was that kid that all of the parents hated in elementary school because I told everyone that Santa wasn’t real. I just loved the looks on kids’ faces when they started to doubt the one thing they believed in most.

Human corruption in its purest and most primitive form.

Well, and isn’t it what people deserve? Christmas was supposed to be a religious holiday—and quite frankly, Easter seemed like it should have been more important anyway—but I couldn’t say I ever saw anyone who truly had Jesus on the top of their Christmas wish list.

Too bad there would be an international economic meltdown if commercial Christmas didn’t exist.

I think Christmas was the only religious holiday in the history of everything that was so routinely celebrated by Atheists. Personally, if I wasn't going to believe in God, I wasn’t going to expect to get a December’s worth of peace on earth and good will toward men. From what I’d heard, the Big Guy didn’t much appreciate hypocrisy. I wouldn’t if I were Him.

There are a bunch of other reasons I hated Christmas, but that was the biggest. The only thing that rivaled it was giant inflatable snow globes, but I won’t get into that. I couldn’t stand all of the holly-jolly junk that everybody put on for a month, thinking that it made them closer together. In reality, it just gave them false expectations of what the rest of the year was going to be like. It drove people farther apart during the other months of the year, because they could save their virtue for December, when it really mattered.

Unfortunately, I had no idea what really mattering meant.

If I’d had, I probably wouldn’t have ended up dead.

Disclaimer: This is a story about Christmas. Will there be religion? Hell yeah! (Pun very much intended.)
If there is anything you disagree with, good. I like diversity. But no, I won't ever change something if anyone disagrees. I also don't mean to offend anyone. Trust me, if anything I write is offensive, you're probably too sensitive. Also again, I don't mean to try and convert anyone. It's just a story. :D

Now that I have that taken care of... what does everyone think? I know the premise seems a little bit out there... but hey. It should be fun. :) If you're interested in me continuing, please say so. I'd really appreciate it. :D

And yes, I will still be updating PT. Chapter 7 is already halfway done.