Where are all the gifts?

What gifts?

It’s Christmas. No tree, no gifts, no lights. Seems like just another day.

As we get older, we don’t need them. It’s a child’s time. We grow up and leave fairytales behind, he laughed.

So sad. Why? she asked.

Money. Belief. No more magic. All that wonderment is gone. I’d just as soon have a tuna casserole than a turkey, he opened a beer. Well, here’s to Christmas, he raised his can of Budweiser. Here’s to another year.