Ryan didn’t celebrate Christmas. At least, not in the traditional sense. What was the point of putting up decorations and a tree? They’d done it when he was a kid, but since he moved to New York, it didn’t seem worth it. He’d bought the required presents (mom, dad, sister), and then spent the rest of the money on gifts for himself. He figured he would open the bags and act surprised the next morning. But tonight, he sat in his leather recliner, drinking a beer and watching some movie. And that’s the way he liked it. Simple and alone.