Chapter 21Keller had never liked Christmas growing up because he never had anyone to celebrate with. It was just another reminder that he was alone and he began to resent the holiday, but Cameron loved Christmas and Keller loved Cameron. They had developed multiple traditions together and, even though he would never admit it, Keller always looked forward to making a Christingle while wearing the tacky sweaters Cameron had purchased at Good Will.
This holiday season was more solemn. Figaro had probably lived to be about two hundred in cat years, but Keller was still crushed when he passed. The tiny Santa hat Cameron had forced the cat to wear was their new tree-topper, and Keller stared at it wistfully. His trance was broken when Cameron placed a comically large box on his lap. To his surp
