““Well, Francis, here’s five dollars more for the church, but before you put it in the box tell me, what do you want more than anything else for Christmas?” “An electric train, sir,” I said. “An electric train you shall have, my boy. I have a son just about your age at home and that’s what he wants too. You both shall have it.” He smiled at me as I put the five-dollar bill in the church box. I counted the days till Christmas. Christmas morning, when I went down to the big tree in the dining room, I expected to find the electric train, but it wasn’t there. Maybe it didn’t come yet. I couldn’t imagine he would forget. The day passed and no electric train came. I didn’t really give up hope until I had gone to bed. Then quietly I began to cry into my pillow.””
