My name is Nollaig, it’s the Irish word for Christmas. I hate my name. My parents loved Christmas and that’s why they gave me such a festive name, together with the fact that I was born on Christmas Day.
However, my parents are no longer with us after dying in a car accident on Christmas Eve, five years ago.
Now I hate Christmas all together.
I always hated the fact that everyone got presents on my birthday. Now my parents are gone and ever since then I just don’t feel like celebrating Christmas. Everything about this holiday gives me sad memories.
I need a miracle to happen over the Christmas holiday to make me change my mind about Christmas.
Who knew that a quick shopping trip would provide me with the miracle that I so desperately needed?