I didn’t love Mr. Kris Kringle, but I really wished there was more of it.
It’s very basic: a mother and her two children are spending Christmas alone. Things are going badly for them financially, and they’re going to have to give up the house. The mother tells the kids that Santa will not be visiting this year. Then she sends them to bed and cries over the portrait of her estranged husband for a bit; she sent him away because he was an alcoholic. Read the rest of this entry ?
Redeeming Qualities 