Author's Note: I'm sooo sorry for being gone for so long, I had school to deal with and I didn't have any effort of finishing this story.
Barron Trump sat by the family Christmas tree eagerly waiting. Stacked by its trunk was a mountain of gifts all for Barron, some of it from his family, government officials, and of course his adoring fans. For the 5th time he glanced at the clock, it read 8:25. He sighed, first his parents didn't include him in the White House's Christmas cards and now they were late to opening the presents. He leaned back in his chair and debated whether or not to start opening his gifts or not when the door flew open and his father marched into the room with a group of reporters.
"I am so glad to be able to finally show you all the toys that we will be donating to the Salvation Army. I doubt poor Obama had this many," Trump replied proudly, sweeping his orange hand by the Christmas tree. The reporters 'ooed' and started wildly snapping pics of all the beautiful presents. "I trust these will end up on Fox News?" One of the reporters nodded. "Excellent," Trump casually flicked his wrist and immediately workers filed into the room and started carrying the gifts out of the room.
"WHAT!" Barron screeched jumping out of his chair, he snatched a Captain America toy from one of the workers. "Back off these are mine!" He then hissed like a cat and started grabbing as many presents as he could fit in his arms.
"Barron where is your Christmas spirit?" Trump moaned, rubbing his temple. "We raised you to be a good Christian, not a stingy Jew." Barron stopped right in his tracks. His father was right, why be a slave to consumerism when he could just give his burden to poor people? It all made sense to Barron, he smiled.
"You're right dad, I don't need these stupid toys." He then turned back to the worker and handed him the present. "Make sure this gets a good home." He then pat the worker on the head. The reporters 'awwed' and snapped a few pics of Barron handing the present. After awhile all the presents were gone and all the reporters left. Trump then cart wheeled over and messed up Barron's hair affectionately.
"I'm proud of you son, you overcame your stinginess and gave your presents to people who need it most. I know it must be hard for you to give up a diamond fidget spinner." Barron stared at his father in the eyes.
"DID YOU SAY THERE WAS A DIAMOND FIDGET SPINNER IN ONE OF THOSE!?"
"Of course there was. that's what you wanted the most for Christmas."
"AHHHHHHHHH," Barron screamed breaking into tears. "Why didn't you tell me? I would've kept it. I hate you, I never want to see you again." Barron then ran to his room. He pulled out his fidget spinner collection and traced the spot where he was going to put his diamond fidget spinner. "Stupid dad and his stupid publicity stunt." He started wiping away his tears with his expensive Chinese silk handkerchief. He then remembered he still had some m&m's left over from last night hidden under his bed. He crouched down and peered in the darkness, but all that was left were candy wrappers. He kicked his bed frame. "Oh that's right, Chris Christie's fat ass was over last night." He then got on his bed and moodily curled into a ball. "Today sucks, but at least this year can't get any worse."