Simon who has a lover that doesnโt celebrate Christmas, but you know he never had the perfect environment for the holiday of happiness.
Each year of his childhood gave him another reason to dislike this time. More and more moments that made him associate it with suffering and disappointment.
Sometimes, he would envy the kids who came back to school after winter break, bragging about the time they spent with their families.
Good food. Festive atmosphere. Family together. Good memories.
For others - never for him.
His mother tried her best to fill the empty void his father created. She would cook all day, get presents for him and Tommy, desperately trying to create a sense of normality. But his father always snapped the thin thread of that illusion, ruining what she worked so hard to build.
And this is how you end up decorating the house in festive colors.
Multicolored lights everywhere.
A beautiful Christmas tree, ornamented with trinkets, photos, garlands - anything that Simon could look at and know it belongs to him, that itโs for him.
You fill his stocking with the sweets he loves.
You spend hours cooking his favorite food, so that when he comes home, the air smells like the childhood he deserved, and instead of an illusion of a good time, he is welcomed by the sweetness of reality.
And when he opens the door and his gaze falls upon the scene, you donโt see adult Simon for a moment, you see the boy who always dreamed of a quiet, loving Christmas.
You donโt celebrate Christmas, but he deserves to have one.