Boxing Day



Christmas had been a joyless affair, trapped in a town that he hated, Billy went and sulked in the cemetery.  He found himself caught between temptation, outright evil, and the unseen presence of his guardian spirit.  The protracted death of his father had taken from him something he never thought he would miss, continuity.  It was only a formality, his dad for all intents and purposes had been dead for years.  
His guardian spirit has the thankless task of trying to make the stubborn rabbit appreciate what life he has left, not an easy job.

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