What Christmas Means To Me (Part 3)

"What Christmas means to me," Jay started, "is to be grateful even when you don't have much."

"Like 'Tiny' Tim in the story!" Cole mentioned.

"Exactly!" Jay said. "When I was thirteen I had a surgery right before Christmas, and I didn't feel good at all.

(Past)

How are you feeling sweetie?" Edna asked her son as he was coming into the room.

"Nat goo," Jay really meant to saw "not good" but he hasn't figured out how to talk since his surgery a few days ago. It was still better than when he first left the hospital. Then everything he said sounded like he was screaming random nonsense.

"That's to bad," Edna replied.

"I wa-I want to go to s-city," Jay told her.

"Why would you want to go there?" Ed asked him.

"Friend," Jay answered.

"Jake and his family are out of town for the holidays," Edna informed them.

Jay looked disapointed.

"We can always do something special," she quickly added.

"Like wha?"

"We can build some decorations in the junkyard," Ed suggested.

Jay immediately got up and ran out to the junkyard.

"I can finally get them something," Jay thought.

He started looking through all of the green junk but all of it looked like you were going to get sick. He looked in the red stuff but remembered that his parents weren't fans of red.

"What are you looking for there sony?" Ed asked.

"Christmas!" he said with a bit of a squeak.

"Why don't you look in the white junk."

Jay ran over to the white junk and found a broken angel. It looked like someone used it for their Christmas tree.

"Per fee," Jay whispered to himself.

Jay put the broken angel in a cooler and went to find some lights with his dad.

"We may be poor," Ed told his son, "but we can still put on a great Christmas."

"Will I ever tal righ?" Jay asked.

"I'm not sure," Ed replied, "but I do know that no matter what you will always be the same Jay that I know and love."

The next day Jay woke up at about six am. He was to excited about fixing the angel. His family has never had anything to put on top the small tree they had. Just tiny red balls and delicious candy canes. He snuck out to the junkyard and took the angel out of the cooler and went back to his room to fix it up.

"Dirt," he said.

Jay went to the bathroom to clean the angel and once it was clean he went back to his room to see what was wrong with it.

He found out that the wing was broken and that the halo was completely gone and that the paint was fading.

First he took the rest of the wing since it was made of glass then he replaced it with blue paper. He then got a paint set and repainted her face. After that he went back to the junkyard and found a gold para cord. He then hot glued the para cord in the shape of a halo.

"Perfect," he said. "I said it righ."

On Christmas day Jay gave the angel to his parents.

"Where did you find this?" Edna asked.

"In jun," Jay replied.

"You found this in the junkyard?" Ed asked.

"I fixed it up myself," Jay said.

"I understood all of that," Edna sounded surprised.

"This is the best gift ever!" Jay cheered.

(Present)

"And if you don't have what you need you can always improvise," Jay finished.

Everyone clapped and Jay took a very dramatic bow.

"That was a good story I guess," Lloyd said.

"You guess?" Jay asked.

"It can't be better than mine."

"Than why don't you impress me your highness," Jay mocked.

"I will," Lloyd said walking to the front of the room.