The kids planned something special on Christmas Eve.
I swear little Susie's eyes actually sparkled when she and Bobby unpacked the bear trap.
They worked carefully together to hide it beneath mistletoe under the dying tree where Santa would leave the presents.
I know they went to sleep dreaming of that fat old slob roasting away on a spit in the woods.
We know it won't happen. But kids need their dreams. We'll find someone to roast for the feast, anyway
