There’s nobody to give me presents anymore. I don’t have a family left to celebrate the holiday with, no friends either. I barely decorate.
But there’s still one thing from my childhood I still try to honor and that’s having a stocking of candy. If not, small gifts.
I always get my kid a gift my wife will hate. She’s still genuinely annoyed about the fart gun I got last year.
That and getting drunk.
I got my nephews one of those! It disappeared after a week, but what a week.