Thomas buried his face in his rough and blackened hands, seated on an almost broken wooden chair sulking, just after tossing the last chopped piece of the dining table in the fireplace for what seemed like any likeness of Christmas.
Little Sasha was angry with Thomas, not for the baked beans in ketchup and bread for dinner - after Thomas lost his job during the Great Depression - but for the teddy that never was which he promised the Christmas last.
It sucks when people think you can't hold your promises.
Thomas buried his face in his rough and blackened hands, seated on an almost broken wooden chair sulking, just after tossing the last chopped piece of the dining table in the fireplace for what seemed like any likeness of Christmas.
