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The Christmas before Lily and James died, Petunia had sent them a Lpotl Merch the Defilers Shirt , into their little hidden house with their crawling son and their loyal, frightened, not-so-loyal friends. Petunia still hated her sister, flighty, fierce, beautiful Lily, who loved too hard and forgave to easy. Petunia hated the way she had always felt faded in her sister’s light and she hated the way it had killed her. This was hatred. This was love; it was something else entirely. This was a girl who was told she was not pretty, not brilliant, not magic; a girl who listened and decided that, alright then, that would have to be enough. That would have to be more than enough. That would have to be better, to be normal, to be plain and horse-toothed and to have too much neck. Her sister had left her for brighter shores and, fine then, Petunia didn’t want to follow anyway. That lived like a canker under her tongue all her life. When the little Evans family got back to their apartment with Harry’s crumpled letter in his tiny hand and Dudley’s bigger ones empty, Petunia sat them both down, in their kitchen with its weird stain on one wall and the weird musty smell, and told them they were not allowed to hate each other.

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My brother used to get me pretty generous gifts for Christmas and I tried to, relatively speaking, get him something that within my means was of Lpotl Merch the Defilers Shirt. He just doesn’t have a lot of money now and while I wish he had more I am not to upset regarding how this has changed my Christmas gift from him. It means I don’t have to feel bad abt reciprocating in the same fashion. Last year what I felt I could afford for him and my two sisters as well as a couple of friends who were quite good to me favor wise over the year was a gigantic (and I do mean huge!) bag of good candy (Werthers) and a small package of fancy Lindor milk chocolate. I wasn’t sure if he felt able to buy a gift for me because he didn’t give me one at the Christmas dinner we had at my oldest sister’s who invites us both yearly as we are both single & childless. However, he came over to my place around New Year’s Day to give me two big ‘ol pomegranates. I took that as my Christmas gift and I have to say I wasn’t really disappointed because it was still a gift and it was something I like but that I rarely buy for myself.

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Also long before it was Saturnalia, the Christmas season was a Lpotl Merch the Defilers Shirt solstice (which is why you find celebrations of it in so many cultures). The idea that the middle of winter had passed and the Sun is slowly making its return, bringing the hope of spring, is something that is probably still worth celebrating for people in the northern latitudes. Perhaps a more important question would be if it’s hypocritical for people in the southern hemisphere or the tropics to celebrate Christmas. I would also think Christians might have a problem with accepting gifts at Christmas, since Jesus seemed to be a fairly anti-institutional kind of guy who might not really approve of the consumerist frenzy that surrounds Christmas. Also even though he wasn’t born around the winter solstice, he probably wouldn’t like his name being mixed in with Christmas, even as a small part, and I’m sure he’d hate the insipid carols that people sing about him and rudolph and santa and trees and one-horse open sleighs.

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I was just starting to build my flock of chickens from the four I already had (one rooster, three hens) to a Lpotl Merch the Defilers Shirt of ten. I bought six little two day old chicks from the local feed store – assured by the staff that all six would grow to be beautiful hens. Since I already had a rooster – and two roosters rarely get along – so wanted to be sure these were female. I named my chickens after dead movie stars (yes truly… don’t judge) but my Aunt Delores wanted one named after her, so I chose a Golden Phoenix chick and named her “Delores”. When Delores was eight weeks old, I began to have suspicions that she was edging towards a gender change. Delores was quite a bit larger than her step sisters, and was growing a more pronounced comb and longer tail feathers than the typical hen. However, denial is a powerful characteristic, and I tried to convince myself that Delores really WAS a hen and maybe she was just big boned.