Prologue

"Mama, it's Christmass Eve!"  little Jerry reminded her.

"Shut up boy!  Christmas is for sissies!  This family doesn't celebrate Christmas!" his mother screamed at him.

"But, Mama!" little Jerry cried.

"Oh, just shut up and go to your room, now!  I can't deal with your whining!" Jerry's mother yelled.

Devastated, Jerry ran to his crying.  Christmas was his favorite holiday and every year since Jerry could remember was the same.  No presents under the tree. In fact, there was never even a tree.  Jerry hated going back to school after Christmas break, hearing his friends talk about all the great Christmas presents. . .new toys. . .new clothes. . . they received for Christmas, gushing what great families they all had.  And all Jerry could do was listen to it and get sad. . .really sad; to the point his mother put him in a mental institution years later. 

When Jerry was about 25, the institution decided that Jerry was well enough to go out on his own into the real world.

Reviews

[SpeedyHobbit Armstrong]

Aw, the very Scroogey attitude of Jerry's mother in regards to Christmas made me sad )= With just that small insight into what Jerry's childhood is like, it is no wonder he succumbed to depression to the point where he needed professional help. I wonder if she ever realized she played a massive role in it.


one comment on the first paragraph... take a look at the word Christmas (= Also, Devastated, Jerry ran to his (room?) crying.

[A Soap Mess Stories]

thank you for the review Speedy...thanks for the suggestions...

[A. Amos]

Beautiful subject you have selected and I can see a amazing tale in making, the class of such writes will make you find fan in every age and that will be your victory as a writer. All the best my dear

[A Soap Mess Stories]

Thank you A. Amos for reading and for you encouragement.

[A. Amos]

you're most welcome my dear