Heartbreaking Story: But I Still Believe…
This is definitely the most wonderful time of the year for most people...
But not me. This time of the year is always difficult.
The year was 1995, and it started out like ANY OLD Christmas Eve... until it wasn't.
It was my grandma.
She got runover by a reindeer. She was walking home from our house on Christmas Eve. And it's yes, you can say there's no such thing as Santa. That's fine! But as for me and grandpa? We believe! It didn't shake our faith!
I think back on it, and it haunts me. She'd been drinking way too much eggnog. We begged her not to go. She even had hoof-prints on her forehead! It was horrific.
Should we open her gifts, or send them back?
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