Christmas morning, and ten-year-old Jimmy stared disbelievingly at the just-unwrapped present before him. “Jingle Bells” played softly in the background.
“It’s a genuine Louisville Slugger bat, Champ!” his father declared with unhidden pride. “The balls will go sailing next year as we practise for Little League tryouts!”
A short while later, Jimmy left his parents sprawled across the now heavily-splattered living room carpet. He headed to his room still grasping his “gift”—its wide end leaving a crimson streak on the linoleum floor where it dragged.
“I WANTED the Superhero Inventor Kit!” Jimmy muttered as he slammed his bedroom door.
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