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An olde Christmas Tale


Toonraider
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This is very old, but well worth another read :lol:

 

Late last week, I was rushing around trying to get some shopping

done. I was stressed out and not thinking very fondly of the Christmas season right then.

It was dark, cold, and wet in the car park as I was loading my car

up with gifts that I felt obligated to buy. I noticed that I was missing a

receipt that I might need later. So mumbling under my breath,I retraced my steps to the shopping centre entrance.

As I was searching the wet pavement for the lost receipt, I heard a

quiet sobbing. The crying was coming from a poorly dressed boy of about 12 years old.

 

He was short and thin. He had no coat. He was just wearing a ragged

old football shirt to protect him from the cold night's chill.

Oddly enough, he was holding a hundred pound note in his hand.

 

Thinking that he had gotten lost from his parents, I asked him what was wrong. He told me his sad story. He said that he came from a large family.

He had three brothers and four sisters. His father had died when he was

nine years old. His mother was poorly educated and worked two full time

jobs. She made very little to support her large family

Nevertheless, she had managed to skimp and save two hundred pounds to

buy her children Christmas presents. The young boy had been dropped off, by his mother, on the way to her second job. He was to use the money to buy presents for all his siblings and save just enough to take the bus home.

 

He had not even entered the shopping centre, when an older boy grabbed one of the hundred pound notes and disappeared into the night.

 

"Why didn't you scream for help?" I asked.

The boy said, "I did."

"And nobody came to help you?" I wondered.

The boy stared at the pavement and sadly shook his head.

"How loud did you scream?" I inquired.

 

The soft-spoken boy looked up and meekly whispered, "Help me!"

I realized that absolutely no one could have heard that poor boy cry for

help.

 

 

 

So I grabbed his other hundred and ran to my car

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