Ho, Ho, Grump
By J.D. Walker
It wasn’t that I hated Christmas. Well, maybe I did, a little. I mean, everything bad in my life had occurred during the season of so-called joy and glad tidings.
My parents kicked me out in the month of December on my seventeenth birthday when I told them I was gay. I was their only child, I had good grades, I was at the top of my class, president of numerous clubs, blah, blah, but it didn’t matter. I was no longer following the accepted path to greatness that every Vadillo had trod for generations.
Before I left, however, I had taken the things I had paid for with money I had earned from tutoring, which thankfully included warm clothing and gloves because it had been f*****g cold outside. I had looked at my parents one last time, trying to find some kind
