Tom ston his bunk bed, head burried in his hands. The empty glass jar lay on its side, the remaining few coins scattered on the blanket. They mocked his pathetic attempt at substituting for Santa.
No money for Christmas dinner. No more gifts. The vision of Santa Claus in handcuffs or...
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