Tác giả: JACOB AUGUST RIIS

“We”re having Christmas!” they yelled.Nibsy did not hear them. He was thinking, thinking, the while turning over his four pennies at the bottom of his pocket.Thinking if Christmas was ever to come to him, and the children”s Santa Claus to find his alley where the baby slept within reach of her father”s cruel hand. As for him, he had never known anything but blows and curses. He could take care of himself. But his mother and the baby. And then it came to him with shuddering cold that it was getting late, and that he must find a place to sleep. – [Nibsy”s Christmas]