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Alone On The Street Corner

I hate Christmas. Nope, my name isn't Ebenezer Scrooge. But I still hate Christmas.

Maybe you don't understand that. I bet you don't. You're one of the people I see every day, running past doing one errand after another. You're one of the ones singing Christmas carols and smiling to yourself. Or maybe you aren't smiling; maybe you're one of the ones with a permanant scowl attached to your face because you can't stand dealing with all the Christmas crowds. But at least you've got somewhere warm and quiet to go when you're done shopping.

I don't.

I stand here all by myself on the corner, and to you I'm invisible. You never see me when you walk past, you never smile or nod your head. You never even wish me a Merry Christmas, though you'll exchange holiday greetings with just about everyone else.

What is it about me? One by one all my friends (not that I had many to begin with) have left me, until I'm all alone on the street corner. Just me and that grimy old man who's trying to make a buck off everyone's last minute Christmas feeding frenzy.

And I certainly don't want to spend my Christmas with him.

Oh well, maybe Charlie Brown will come along and buy me. At least he recognizes a good tree when he sees one.

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