“Ha!” He snarled. “How can there be any peace on earth while this war drags on?”
“It may be nearing an end.”
“I'll believe that when I see it.”
“And what about your personal war, Father?”
“What do mean: my personal war?”
“The one you're fighting with God almighty. I know you're blaming Him for Mother's death. But it was just one of those things, Father. Come-on! The message of Christmas is Peace on earth, Goodwill to men, and that means an end to the hostilities between man and his creator.”
Henry frowned. “That'll be enough Son! My relationship with my creator is my own business.”
“But do you even have a relationship with Him at all?”
“That also is my business. Now, I'll thank you to leave me alone.”
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