I’d like to preface this article by saying first world problems. I don’t know why exactly but I had hoped to avoid having an elf.
I started working Christmases at The Backpacker, my family’s business, when I was 11 years old. The Backpacker is in the increasingly rare category of
I often write posts and then sit on them for a few days to make sure that I feel good about what I’ve written. Since
I walked into Fleet’s room. He was sitting on the stairs of the bunk beds that he shares with his brother. I sent him there