subject line: holiday fruitcake. December 26, 2015 by Hannah Brencher atlanta It’s Christmas night and I’m lying in my bed. I spent the whole day with my wonderful family and being showered with gifts. But I’m lying here unsuccesfully talking my tears into staying in my eyes all because I sat next to the tree watching my siblings open a dozen presents while I had one. I live a relatively lavish life and I’m so grateful, but all I can think about is “Did my parents forget about me?”it’s Christmas night and I’m lying in my bed. I’m crying over not having enough presents, and I don’t know what’s worse, feeling like the unwanted holiday fruitcake or the complete idiocy and arrogance of my pain, but it hurts all the same.