The Christmas

“It’s all about gifts, honey.”

“No, Mom. It’s His birthday too. That’s what we should celebrate.”

Tsk. Whatever.”

Her mom stalked out her room. Grace stared at the ceiling and whispered.

“Happy Birthday, Lord. Thank you for everything.”

THE END

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