On the twenty fifth of December was the date of my birth, a day where the preparations for the glamorous time and season of the year comes to an end or a beginning, where the snow glittered heavily and the lights twinkled brighter with intensity in the middle of the night, every year, the same time of gathering, love and excitement, where people never believed there would be a person to ruin such happiness, but as usual there was always a Grinch in every Christmas story but this Grinch wasn't of attitude, but of betrayal.