The protagonist closed the book he was reading in, stood up from his seat and took a step towards the window to the dark and yet illuminated city skyline. Now that the penthouse on the rooftop of the apartment building on 666 Whitaker Lane in Bromford, the friendly town by the bay and seaside, was perfectly still, a peaceful calm kept invading the whole world. Was this what Christmas was all about? Joy to the world and peace to all of you came to the protagonist's mind.
I hope and know that you are out there, somewhere.
Or was the protagonist writing in that book?
In a world full of llamas, man is the real alien.
Merry Christmas.
The protagonist's best wishes go out to the world, the time and the internet.
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