On this day and other holidays I become a near-literal personification of two poles. The North, to match Santa and his booming joy and largess. Early memories of Christmases past bring a film reel of history: sitting on my dad's lap as he showed me how to work my new calculator with the face of an owl. My mother, opening her tennis racket, wrapped in the shape of... a tennis racket. The smells of mouthwatering and rare dishes wafting from the kitchen and the spirit that everyone in the whole world was celebrating and in a festive mood! Rewind to two years ago and the arrival of an entirely different ilk: disease. Also the first appearance of the South Pole in my personality. Hanging on like...
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