Christmas is the time for miracles, but sometimes, a child must make her own miracle, and one for her siblings.
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Today was Christmas Eve. My house was dark and sad. We had no Christmas tree. Mom said trees cost money. Dad was n the hospital. She did not have any extra money. I saved a dollar from my school lunch money. I was going to surprise her and buy a tree.
I pulled on my coat. I put my baseball cap on my head. I tucked my baseball glove under my arm. My glove went everywhere with me. Dad gave it to me. We used to play ball, before he got sick.
“Where you going, Jackie?” asked April, who was four.
“Where you going?” asked May, who was only three.
“It’s a surprise,” I said.