Christmas Eve

Gobblers & Masticadores

Picture taken from Pinterest

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For me it was yet another day. I got home late feeling ghastly –so worn out from work–, only to find out that those wretches had laid again a table for three and ignored me. I had to help myself, cutlery and everything. I found them in the kitchen, crying helplessly around their mother. They ought to feel ashamed though: how could they disregard me when I only sacrifice for them from dawn to dusk. This is enough: they need to be taught a good lesson. Soon they are to find out who Stephen Wilcox is. And they’ll learn to respect me.

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The woman in the dirty apron tried desperately to soothe down her offspring:

–Hold on to me, kids. And pray for that thing to leave.

Once again, they had to put up with those yelling voices. Let alone the dragging of chairs…

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