Day 4

The Christams Orange
 Jake lived in an orphanage with eight other boys. In the wintertime it seemed any extra money went for coalto heat the old buildings. At Christmas, the buildings always seemed a litle warmer, and the food a little more plentiful, but more than any of these things..... Christmas meant an orange. It was the only time of year such a rare treat was provided, and it was coveted by each boy like no other thing that thay ever possessed.
 Each boy would save his orange for several dyas, admiring it, feeling it, loving it, and comtemplating the moment he would eat it. Some would even save it until New Years Day or later, much like many of us relish saving our Christmas treed and decoations until New Years, just to remind us of the  joy of Christmas.
 This particular Christmas Day, Jake had broken the orphanage rules by starting a fight. The orphanage mother took Jake's orange away as punishmentfor the crime committed. Jake spent Christmas day empty and alone. Nighttime came and Jake could not sleep; slilently, he sobbed because this year he would not have the orange to savorwith the other boys.
 A soft hand placed on Jake's shoulder startled him, and an oblect was quickly shoved into his hands. The child then disappeared into the dark to leave Jake alone to discover a strange looking orange... an orange made from segments of nine other oranges....nine highly prized oranges that had to be eaten that Christmas night, instead of savd, admired, and cherished until a later date.