I worked on Eir tech support on Stephen's Day. Chap was living by himself. His wife died a few years back, and his daughter was living in another country. He kept insisting his email was broken because she had promised to send a photo of herself and his grandchild on Xmas day.
As temperatures plumb to frigid depths here at Fence Towers, you find us prepping our Winter issue.
This time out, we'd like to hear your most depressing, alarming, and cheerless Christmas stories. Tell us your tales of tinsel torment, your bleakest of bleak midwinters.