He really wasn’t a Scrooge he just didn’t like giving gifts.
He wasn’t a mean guy he just didn’t like people.
Then there came a day when a little boy maybe 2 or 3 rushed up to this man who had seen the underside of war and needed a bottle to sober him.
“Mister, mister please come look at the tree with me. I love lights.” Before the man could object the little boy grabbed the man and pulled him down the hallway toward the Christmas tree.
Many of the vets who lived at the hospital were sharing eggnog and cookies.
“I love Christmas cookies.” The little’s boy’s eyes lit up.
“Well let us have some then my friend.” The man’s face was less pinched.
I watched as my little boy sat on the lap of this man. He couldnt stop talkign and the man didnt seem to mind the…
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