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O.k I admit I don’t really like Christmas.

Maybe the twinkling fairy lights will blind us temporarily, to what we know to be true the other eleven months of the year.

This world we pretend is good, pretending there is no suffering or sadness.

While we stuff our faces with turkey,

Greedily open all those presents we don’t need,

Spend money that we don’t have,

Make small talk with relatives we don’t really know.

Don’t forget to think about them.

The people who are celebrating there last ever Christmas together,

Those that are spending another Christmas without their loved ones,

Another Christmas that is spent on the streets,

A Christmas spent starving, scared for their life.

By Lucy Williams

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