"Uh, John? About the tree. It looks bare on top."
"Don't blame me, Chet. C-shift dropped the box last year and smashed our firefighter Santa."
"I know. I'm just saying it needs something, babe."
Johnny looked at the tree, narrowing his eyes in consideration. "What do you think, Roy?"
"Uh, I think I don't want to get into this debate again."
"Again?"
Roy sighed. "Last night, the kids were arguing about it. Chris wanted the flashing star but – ."
Johnny smiled. "My little sweetheart wanted an angel, didn't she?"
"A pink satin angel with a stethoscope and a medic kit."
