Late Christmas story

This is a story the priest told in church today, as one of those, "good examples for living out your life!!" things. It's supposed to tell you that you should spend more time with the people around you. Of course, it isn't nearly as elaborate as what I'm putting here, but this is what I imagined in my head when he was telling it. Also, I don't think the amount of money really fits with the time period I'm imagining it, but since I don't even know what time period that is, who cares!! Actually, it's supposed to be around the industrial revolution in America (Boston!!), but then hardly anything matches up, so just imagine the setting, not all the little details, like money problems...

Of course, I would love comments on how to improve the wording in areas and such. It would be nice if it could become even sweeter than I think it already is...I would also like more ways to say "child/son" and "father". Oh yeah, remember to read the dialogue as if you're in Boston, so take out all the "r"'s. I might make it so it's read like that...maybe later, when I get better at that...


A child walks his father home from the factory, both slowly making their way up the steeply paved streets, snowflakes whirling around them, the first snowfall of the year. The young boy rubs his hands, attempting to warm them against the never-ending chill, and looks up at his father inquiringly.
"Pa, how much do ya eahn in an houh?"
The man, tired from his long day at work, replies in an annoyed tone, "Son, not even youh ma know the figuh. Now stop pestehin."
The little boy, disappointed, lowers his head, but soon raises it again in a second attempt. "Just this once, please, Pa? I pahmise I won't ask again!!"
His father, seeking solace in the quiet of the night, gives in after the interruption, with a grunt. "Fine. I eahn twenty an houh. Now, fouh the luv a God, stop pestehin!!"
Smiling, the child skips gaily down the street, his father stomping slowly behind him.
Upon reaching the house, the child ventured to ask once more a question, this time on a different matter. "Hey Pa, could ya loan me just ten of it? It shore would be nice."
Finally pushed to the limit, the father immediately sends the child to bed.

Later, after settling down on a comfortable upholstered chair to read the newspaper, a mug of hot cocoa steaming in his hand, the father rethinks his actions, and regrets his behavior towards his child. Stooping down to pick up another mug, he gently opens the door to the boy's room, where the child, against his father's earlier wishes, sits reading on the bed, a thick quilt wrapped around his small shoulders. The room glows orange with a cozy candlelight.
The father sits down before his child, and places the drink in his hands. "I'm sahwy, son. Please, take these ten dollah, as a gift fahm me to ya." The child gaps in delight, and dives under his pillow. He straightens, a pile of bills and coins cupped lovingly in his hands. He then adds the ten dollar bill to the pipe, and presents it reverently to his father.
"Pa, I would like ta pay twenty dollah fah an houh of ya time."

Outside, a myriad of snowflakes peeks cheerfully in the window, at the father and his child. The first snowfall of the year.


Merry Christmas:)