Daddy's Little Drummer Boy
Christmas used to be my favorite time of year. That was before…
If only I could run off to a cabin in the woods for the holidays and pretend they don’t exist. Except I can’t. Instead, I’m stuck wearing a Little Drummer Boy costume while pretending everything is merry and bright for extra cash.
I didn’t always hate the holidays, and I still don’t, not really. I hate the memories they bring back, the memories of a time when my daddy was alive and it was us against the world. Now it’s just me, a pile of bills, and my raccoon stuffie.
When the manager of Chained, a local club, sees me in my costume and asks me to be a part of their Little Christmas, I agree. The money is great, and so is the free guest pass that comes with it. Maybe it’s time to take out my little things again.
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