Mxy and Tobias were having a coffee in a restaraunt.
"You hate Christmas?" Mxy asked.
"I've never actually had a real Christmas," Tobias said. "Can't enjoy something you never had."
"That's... so sad!" Mxy said as he started crying.
"Except one year," Tobias said. "When I was twelve and living on the streets, I was living a bunch of other kids in an old rundown apartment. We all looked out for each other, almost like a family. We called the youngest kid Tiny Tim because he was so small. He was only about seven or eight."
"And living on the street?" Mxy asked.
"It was a tough city," Tobias said. "No one cared. Anyway, all of us got together and got Tiny Tim a brand new coat with the money we made on the streets. And for the first time we actually saw him smile."
"That was touching," Mxy said. "You made a little boy's christmas really special."
"He was killed later that day by a street gang, they stabbed him to death," Tobias said. "And they stole his coat."
"And that's why you hate Christmas?" Mxy asked.
"There's no reason to celebrate," Tobias said as he walked out of the restaraunt. "There's no such thing as happiness."
