Late Christmas Day, strung out on candy canes and chocolate Santas, Mark moped in the family room. He was dismayed over not getting the drum set that he wanted. In a sulky voice, to no one in particular, he announced:“It sure didn’t seem like Christmas.”
Mom heard every word.
Normally unflappable, Mom gave it to Mark with both barrels. How could he be so self-centered, thoughtless, and unappreciative? The spoiled little ingrate! Mark cowered on the couch. I froze nearby, as did Dad, Libby, and Johnny. Good behavior was paramount on Christmas, and everyone in our family of six was stunned to have a role in this not-very-Christmas-y scene.
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