John Henry Faulk told this Christmas story on NPR in 1974. They published it on the web in 2005. It's still a wonderful story.
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The day after Christmas a number of years ago, I was driving down a country road in Texas. And it was a bitter cold, cold morning. And walking ahead of me on the gravel road was a little bare-footed boy with non-descript ragged overalls and a makeshift sleeved sweater tied around his little ears. I stopped and picked him up. Looked like he was about 12 years old and his little feet were blue with the cold. He was carrying an orange.
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I call bullshit.
But sit around and read this crap story and have fun with it on Christmas if you're that stupid.
This reminds me of growing up on a farm, when the true gift of Christmas was the gathering of family and food, and all the evils of the world just melt away.
The guy's voice makes the story even better.
Merry Christmas to y'all!
My parents were a lot like pjmoore's. Getting an orange on Christmas was a real treat. As a child I never really understood why there was always an orange in my stocking on Christmas. It's amazing how much the world has changed.