
A Blinding Night Holiday
“And why are we doing this again?” Thanatos asked, grunting as he hoisted one end of a large Christmas tree box over his shoulder. “It’s Christmas,” I explained, struggling to keep my grip on the other end, while carrying a large bag of ornaments. “I’m determined to celebrate all of the holidays I grew up with.” “If it’s anything like the day of eating, I’m all for,” Thanatos chuckled. I rolled my eyes. I had insisted on celebrating Thanksgiving, even though I knew it was an