At the end of every shift I'd dump my leftover water or soda into the poinsettia plant on the counter. It wouldn't die. I don't hate plants, I just don't care for poinsettias. They aren't interesting and the flowers don't smell. And I don't hate Christmas, (all the way.) Maybe I am just like my mother. She hates poinsettias. It's kind of a pointless thing to dislike and all. But ohh- to see peoples reactions when you tell them that, "They're ugly." It's like they're 10 years old again.
Santa isn't real.
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