Summer christmas Stories

Bah humbug, God! You’re kidding, right? Like, I’ve confessed. Done my penance. On my knees daily, the whole nine yards. You, however? Christ, you’re an all-knowing hard arse. You’ve heard me constantly praying: Lead us not into temptation. Foresaw the Midnight Mass choir’s opening hymn, O come all ye faithful, messing with my mind. Knickers too. For God’s sake, you’re like she was last Christmas. Getting your jollies spot...