When I was young, my family was very poor. We often went hungry and it felt normal to us, so one Christmas when times were really bad we decided to save the food money and buy each other small gifts instead. I bought my sister a hairbrush, she bought me a new band for my broken watch. But after we opened our gifts, we heard a funny sound inside the chimney. Santa was too fat and had gotten stuck on his way down. So, daddy lit a fire. We had the most wonderful smoked pork dinner of my childhood, it was a Christmas miracle!