After getting the toons to bed, Henry sighed. He went downstairs and grabbed a box filled with pictures. He looked through each picture till he found an old one. He took out and gave a small smile.
The photo was in black and white and showed two little boys and their parents in front of the Christmas tree smiling happily. The two boys were Henry and Joey both 8 years old celebrating Christmas together. Henry remembered that Christmas day quite frankly.
Joey was in bed reading a book. It was a cold snowy day and rather then playing with the kids in the snow, 8-year old Joey Drew decided to read a book and relax in bed. The door to his room opened, and looking up from his book was Henry.
“Hey Joey!” Henry yelled.
“Hi Henry.” Joey replied, in a low voice focusing on his book.
Henry went under his bed and grabbed a small box leaving Joey back to his reading. Joey looked up from his book, marking it so he remembered where he was, and followed his adoptive brother downstairs.
Joey’s eyes widen seeing Henry’s mom, Molly and Henry setting up the Christmas tree. Henry opened the box filled with handmade ornaments, and put them on the tree. Joey slowly went down the stairs to see the Christmas tree the family was setting up. “That looks pretty.” Joey commented.
Henry and Molly turned to see Joey, “It is isn’t it.” Molly added.
“So are you excited for Christmas?” Henry asked. He wondered if Joey liked the holidays just like him.
Joey wasn’t sure what to say to Henry. He looked at all the decorations and Henry’s mom smiling as she puts up the tree, and Henry smiling filled with glee. “Um. I’m not really excited for Christmas.” Joey answered nervously.
Henry froze, eyes widen at his adoptive brother. “Why!?” Henry asked. “Christmas is like the most AMAZING time of year. You get presents! Tons of it! Its like a 2nd birthday!” Henry exclaimed.
Joey rubbed his arm, “W-well.” He stuttered. “My mommy loved Christmas.” Henry stopped over his Christmas celebration. He remembered that last year, Joey’s mother, Kristin Drew died at the hands of his father. “It was her favorite holiday, and she never game me a gift, but she gave me a ton of love and spend the day with me.”
Henry stepped back a bit, “oh sorry.” He whispered.
“Its fine. You didn’t know.” Joey went back up to his room to continue his reading. Henry felt bad for his adoptive brother, thinking he smiled coming up with an idea to help Joey get into the holiday spirit.
A bit later, Henry called Joey downstairs to play with him. The young boy walked over to the coffee table and sat down. Joey didn’t see Henry sit down till the young boy was carrying art supplies to the table.
“What are we making?” Joey asked seeing Henry grab paper and paint.
Henry sat down next to Joey, “we’re making our own ornaments to put on the tree. I make a new one every year.” He explained. “And you’re making one too.”
“Me?” Joey asked confused. Henry nodded. “B-but what can I make?” Joey asked.
“Anything! A teddy bear, an angel, a dog, or even a gingerbread man.” Henry listed. “I’m making the gingerbread man.” He grabbed brown paper and started to draw a gingerbread man.
Joey grabbed a piece of paper and looked at it. He looked at Henry finishing up his gingerbread man ornament and was ready to decorate it. Joey thought of doing a sheep, and started to draw it on the paper.
The sheep didn’t turn out like the way he pictured it, it was more cartoon like then realistic. Joey colored the sheep, but kept eyeing on Henry who was making another ornament. Joey was surprised and gave a smile; If Henry could make that much ornaments. After finishing his sheep he went and grabbed two sheets of paper and made two teddy bears one representing Henry and the other representing him.
Henry sighed seeing the ornaments he created. “Well I’m done.” He then eyed on Joey, “what about you?” He asked Joey.
“Almost done.” Joey mentioned as he put the finishing touches on his ornament, “and done!” Henry looked at Joey’s ornaments and smiled,
“Wow! That’s amazing Joey!”
“Thanks.” Joey replied.
“You’re welcome!” The two put their ornaments on the tree and smiled over their work. Joey was nervous, but he put his arm around Henry. The later was confused, and ruffled the smaller boy’s head as he put his arms around him.
Days later, Christmas finally came. Joey was still asleep till Henry woke him up. “Joey! Joey!” Henry yelled. Joey groaned and opened his eyes to see a smiling Henry.
“Henry?” Joey groaned. “What’s wrong?” He asked.
“It’s Christmas!” Henry yelled. Joey stretched fully waking up. After giving a loud yawn he saw Henry was hiding something behind his back. Joey knew it was his gift and went to grab his.
“Merry Christmas!” They both yelled showing their gifts. Henry and Joey smiled trading their gifts. Henry and Joey opened their gifts, surprised and happy over what they got.
Joey gave Henry a drawing with the two of them together, and Henry gave Joey a drawing of Joey with the words “BEST PAL!” written on the top.
Joey felt like crying seeing Henry’s gift, “you see me as your best pal?” He asked.
Henry nodded, “Defiantly, you’re the bestest pal I ever had Joey Drew!” Henry exclaimed.
Joey sniffled rubbing his eyes to remove the tears that were falling already. Joey ran and hugged Henry tight whimpering and sniffling. Henry chuckled hugging Joey and rubbing his back to comfort him.
“Henry?” Linda asked, snapping Henry out of his thoughts. Henry put the photo back into the box, but Linda stopped him from doing so. “Were you thinking of Joey again?” She asked.
Henry nodded. “Yeah our first Christmas together.” Linda put her hands on Henry’s shoulders and looked at the photo herself. She understood Henry’s sadness that the shy boy he became brothers with turned cold hearted and evil. She hugged Henry tight, as he accepted the hug remembering the good times with Joey Drew.