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A short Christmas story with a Halloween twist, written for a commission. Yet another story that would never have existed without that commission. Encounters change the world.

Petite histoire de Noël façon Halloween, pour répondre à une commande. Encore une histoire qui n'aurait jamais existée sans cette dernière. Les rencontres changent le monde. 

How I Canceled Christmas:

Melvin was a sad and lonely little boy. Melvin didn't like close affection. It bothered him; it hurt his overworked little heart. It reminded him how easily one could be hurt in their self-esteem and feelings, and how insecure and disappointed one could be by others, especially those close to them who were supposed to protect them. No, Melvin didn't like adults any more—those adults who had neglected and mistreated him so much—than other children, who were sometimes so cruel in his eyes. Other children didn't like him any more, either; too strange, too boring, too disturbing.

A quick overview of the works born in the cave, before undertaking a masterful turn, off the beaten track and battling the demon of procrastination / Rapide tour d'horizon des œuvres accouchées dans la caverne, avant d'entreprendre un tournant magistral, hors des sentiers battus et en bute au démon de la procrastination.