One Magic Christmas Page #3

- That's $2.29. You're down to $24.52.

- Good. I'm OK, then.

- Here it comes, Dad.

- OK, kids. Send it up.

Here it comes, Jack.

- It's the prettiest angel ever.

- It's the biggest angel ever!

Bye, angel!

- What did you get Mom for Christmas?

- A ring. A beautiful amethyst ring.

It used to belong to my Grandma Rebecca.

Whoo!

But don't tell anybody, OK?

Cos it's a secret.

OK, Dad.

Dad, is there such a thing as an angel?

- Of course there is.

- Mommy says there isn't.

Well, I believe that there is.

I believe that whenever

anybody who's really good dies,

they go up to heaven

and become an angel.

A guardian angel or a Christmas angel.

All kinds of angels.

Are you ready?

Give me your legs.

And the angels are everywhere.

They're all around us,

and they're watching us,

to make sure that we're A-OK.

- But you can't see 'em, right, Dad?

- That's right.

Because they are invisible.

Invisible.

Exactly.

- Night, Dad.

- Good night, honey.

Invisible.

Did the kids give any trouble

about going to bed?

No, they went right up.

They're sleeping.

Look what I got 'em for Christmas.

I ran over to Toys R Us

on my dinner break.

I got Cal an Etch A Sketch.

You know how much he likes art.

And I got Abbie this tea set. I think

she'll really like that, don't you?

Yeah, she will.

So...

So I guess we can go get

the rest of their stuff on Monday.

Yeah, we'll go get 'em some crayons,

little things like that.

But that's the main thing.

- Cal?

- What?

If Santa Claus brings all the toys,

how come Mom bought me that tea set?

I don't know. I think Santa Claus

only brings some of the toys,

and your mom and dad

have to buy the rest.

- Oh.

- That's why they got toy stores.

Anyway, I think Santa Claus isn't coming

to us this year, cos we're too poor.

- Not because we're poor.

- Then why?

Because I didn't write no letter

to Santa Claus.

Yeah, well, a lot of presents

doesn't make it any better of a Christmas.

Well, when you're a little kid

it does, hon.

We've still got $5,000 in the bank.

We might as well take out a few hundred

and just buy a bunch of stuff.

A few hundred? Jack, that money's all

we've got between us and the poorhouse.

- You want to throw it away on a bunch...

- No, no, no, no, no. Not throw it away.

Yeah, throw it away on junk from Taiwan

that's gonna be broke in two days.

We don't have to buy junk.

We can buy good stuff.

That's not the point. The point is,

what happens if one of us gets sick?

What do we do for money then?

"That's all Cal and me want. "

"Please write back and tell me

if you are really real. "

"Your friend, Abbie Grainger. "

It's all wrote, Elizabeth.

I'm sorry I was so cranky tonight.

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