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 In this story, Hugo decides he hates Christmas. He used to love it, but now he could care less about it.

  To find out why then read on readers.

  *The parts with the star next to them have to do with the past.

   Hugo's POV:

   I do not see what the big deal is about Christmas.

  My parents are both gone now. My mom died in the line of duty, and my dad left us because he could not cope with her loss.

   My girlfriend broke up with me. She did not even tell me. 

  I found out because Louis caught her making out with Gastivo under the mistletoe in the local smoothie shop.  

   What do I have to be "holly and jolly" about anyway?

    My life is in ruins.

    I sigh.

    Perhaps, I am a mistake. Is that why Lavine left me?

 I sat at the table and ate a few bites of my dinner.

 I was not hungry. I did not want Uncle Nino or Auntie Alya to question me about my lack of appetite.

  I went to my room without dessert.

 Louis, Emma, and Elizabeth probably think I am pathetic.

It is Christmas Eve.

 I am feeling sorry for myself.

 "Why should not I?"

 I felt a tear drop fall to the ground but brushed it away.

   "Christmas ba humbug," I muttered without a thought to how it sounded.

   I did not even think about the fact I had said the same thing as "Ebenezer Scrooge," in Charles Dickens's Classic, "A Christmas Carol."

     I shook my fist in the air.

      "I hate Christmas."

         I fell asleep, but it was a rather cold night.

        I woke up at 2 am.

        I went to stir the fire in the fireplace in my bedroom.

       I was in the oldest room at  Uncle Nino and Auntie Alya's place. It was rather dark, damp, and dreary here.

       I heard a groan. I looked up to see it.

     "Ah!"  

  I screamed in terror at the mirage.

  I did not believe in ghosts.

At least, I do not think I do.

"Who, who are you?"

  "Hugo, do not you recognize me?"

   "No, should I?"

   "I am a big part of your past. I am sorry things turned out this way. "

  "Mom, but how?"

   "Hugo, I do not have time to explain it."

   "I want you to know that you must not be bitter against your father. It was not his fault."

    "What are you going on about, the ghost of my dearly departed mother? " 

      "The villain threatened to harm all four of you. He also threatened to ruin your father's reputation, to take away all that was important to us."

      "What does that got to do with it?"  I snapped.*

    "Hugo, I know it has been hard."

    "What do you know?  How could you possibly know anything? You are dead!"

   I knew it was not right to yell at her. I was so angry.

   "It has everything to do with this. This hatred you have towards Christmas. You see the day my life was taken from me was on Christmas Eve."

     I gasped. I felt more tears fall in sheer terror at the truth. Mom's death was on this day so many years ago.

     "Why then? Why did Dad leave us?  Did not he know we were hurting too?"

       "Hugo he had not a choice in the matter."

    "What do you mean?  He did too. There is always a choice."

     I saw a portal open. It was thick, dark, and blue.

   I was sucked into it.

* Whoa, where am I? I looked around me and saw her.

I saw my mom on that day in the past. The day she dies.

I  watched from distance unable to stop it.

  I felt so hopeless.

I saw dad on his way.

I heard the villain scoff at him.

I heard him say he would kill him if he stayed in town.

  I shook as I heard this.*

*My dad in the past tried to help her but failed.

I saw tears fall from his eyes.

"You are next kitten." The creep from the past said.

  I saw him disappear.

Then, suddenly I was back at my auntie and uncle's house.

  I looked up and saw her.

"Mom, I am sorry. Is there some way, dad could have found his way back to us?"

   I saw her shake her head.

  "Why not?  I mean he loved us once."*

*"Hugo, sweetie, he disappeared because he was kidnapped not long after I died. He tried to escape, but the bad person took his miraculous. He died shortly afterward. It was so horrible, one of my first nightmares came true. You lost your father two days after me. Alya and Nino did not have the heart to tell you. They did not want to be upset."

  "Upset?  But, all this time I thought my father hated me.  Turns out he didn't.  Why then did Lavine cheat on me?"

   "Lavine, oh your girlfriend. I am sorry, I can not say."

    "Hugo, please try to forgive us for what happened. Try to move on!  The future awaits you!"*

      She disappeared as suddenly as she came.

"Mom, no!  Do not leave me!"

 I  fell back to sleep.

 Christmas Day came and I tried my best not to hate Christmas.

 I did not best to make it great for the others.

I texted Lavine and told her she could keep Gastivo for all I cared.

  I  was heartbroken.  I sobbed and sobbed.

   At the end of the day, I no longer hated Christmas, but I did hate Lavine for what she had done to me.

    "Hugo, listen it is only part of an old tradition. I  did not mean a thing. The whole time I was kissing him, I thought of you."  Lavine tried to explain.

    "Enough, Lavine, I am done with you and your lies."

     I  never got to give her the present  I bought. 

   Perhaps, someday I will share with Uncle Nino, Auntie Alya, Emma, Louis, and Elizabeth about my visitor from the past. For now, it is just between me and my trusty old journal.

  the end

Not all stories have happy endings.  Still, hope you managed to enjoy it anyway.

  Until the next one-shot Miraculous story,

bye-bye, little owlets!

Summer out!