Johnny had always been told that kids who were bad got coal at Christmas.
Johnny looked around his house, at his little sisters' sleeping breath puffing up into the living room where they were all huddled for body warmth.
In the face of nights like this how much he wanted a fire engine or a set of paints was a useless consideration; tomorrow he was going to pick twice as many fights at school.
And maybe he'd call the teacher a bad name.
Santa might not like him for it, but he hoped God would understand.
He had to take care of his family.
Created: Nov 28, 2010Tatterhood Image Media