Carl's father looked away. She moved closer to his face and brought it close to his. They kissed. Carl hadn't noticed the red, wood and metal sleigh under the Christmas tree. Snickers was lying under the tree, fingering Carl's ornament. The music was Silver Bells. On Christmas morning Carl woke up. He ran out of his bedroom door and straight to the Christmas tree. His eyes were bright, happy and his face flushed with excitement. He tore up every present under the tree. Some were for Mikey and some were for him, he didn't care. The Christmas paper on them had been shredded like a puppy would tear a fresh newspaper from a grassy lawn. “Mikey, oh no my, this is mine. Mikey, come here." He never took his eyes off the presents as he called his brother. Mike watched his brother from the bedroom door. He was tired from the sleepless night, but Carl's enthusiasm had won him over. "Carl let me open some one." Carl picked up a small round shaped gift and handed it to Mikey. Mikey opened the gift and it was a bottle of perfume for his mom. "I'll take it, honey," Mikey's mom said. For the last few minutes she had been left behind both of his sons, watching. Carl's father was in the kitchen and made a pot