Someone else was staring at the fire too. It was Grumpy old Uncle Dud.
Uncle Dud always grumbled about everything. "What's the matter with you kid?", asked Dud.
"I hate Christmas, said James.
"Yah, me too", said Dud.
"You do?", said James.
"Yah, nothing but trouble.", grumbled Uncle Dud. "Everyone runs around shopping and spending my money. They yell at each other. They ignore me. Look. Look at them, stuffing their faces. No one asked me if I wanted anything. They buy me stupid gift s. Nothing I can use. Phooey. I hate Christmas!"'
"Yah", said James. "This Christmas I asked for just one thing and they didn't care enough to buy it for me."
Uncle Dud and James were quiet for a while. James felt a little uneasy about what he had said. It made him sad inside.
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