The Stocking Stuffer: a Ghastly Christmas Meh-rathon

They hiked for days and days, doing loops, his father feigning disappointment at each unsuccessful trip. Making matters worse, Hugo had not packed particularly good shoes for the outings. His father shrugged this off, informing his son that there was a pair of his old hiking boots in the closet of his room. That his feet had grown roughly two inches since he last wore these seemed to perplex his parents. “Just like with the knives, they ain’t view me as more than a boy, even still,” he told me. Either way–with his tennis shoes of appropriate size or his hiking boots that cramped his toes–he would get blisters.

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