Translated by Wendy Cross

Christmas was in full swing everywhere. Wherever I went, old Christmas tunes played cheerfully in the background. In little stores, in shopping malls, in headphones of strangers with the volume far too loud. I loved this time of year. The delicious smell of mandarins and peanuts wafted down the street. I ran on not much more than this for the whole month of December. People craved the old stories Father Christmas, Saint Nicholas, and Jack Frost... But I mainly just cared about Jack Frost. My mother gave me a diversified education of holiday characters when I was a child, but I'd quickly lost i

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