The magic of a childhood Christmas

[Samuel Connor Rees]

Seems like everything Sam tried to make it look a bit better just made it look worse. To his credit he didn't give up on his disastrous attempt and was still trying. His fruitless effort was interrupted by one of the old women who brought a fresh gingerbread for all the kids to eat. Most kids swarmed the place. He felt a bit bad about the one he just ate so he didn't join them, instead he tried once again to fix his tree. Before he could try some other kid talked to him. It was one of the younger kids, close to his age. He was trying to help him. "Oh, hey." he answered a bit sheepishly. "Thanks, I will try that." he said and tried to use the icing to make some branches. He was really concentrating and it actually led to a minor improvement. It wasn't a master piece by a long shot, but it was a start. 

For few moments he was purely trying to concentrate on his gingerbread. With a bit of imagination it started to look like a tree. Sam finally looked at the kid who gave him advice and even smiled at him. "Looks a bit better, huh? Thanks" he said, falling quiet for few seconds. "I'm Sam..." he added quickly. 

He wouldn't really mind making a new friend here, but he wasn't great at it and he knew that. Sam noticed he was staring at the new kid, so he turned his eyes to the gingerbread, but it was gone, other kids swarmed it like locusts. He would have to wait for the next batch.