Reading Christmas in Ardmmore,

He'd never had Christmas before. Not a real one with a tree and lights, with presents. Not with family. He'd never had one in a house filled with music and the smell of fresh cookies and decorations hanging everywhere.

Of course, he wasn't a kid or anything. Sheesh, he was in sixth grade. It wasn't like he believed some fat guy in a red suit was going to pop down the chimney. Get real.