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I nearly forgot how much I really fucking hate Christmas. Between the snow, the lines, the traffic, and Alex leav everything else, it really is the worst goddamn time of the year.

This is my first Christmas not spending it back home with my dad, and it's kind of weird. I'm not really sure what I'm supposed to do with myself.

Seems like he's in the same boat. I got a drunken phone call for him asking when I'd be home for Christmas. I did try to get it off work, but being the new guy on the force means I don't exactly get choice holiday decisions. I'll have to make it up to him with a trip home in the new year sometime.

I will say one thing about this place: I have never had more fun throwing snowballs at strangers than when they have no idea where it's coming from. Oh magic, where have you been all my life?