How the grinch stole my heart

Chapter 1: Drink

I got home from my 9-5 job and cracked open a cold beer. It was two days away from Christmas. I didn't have my kids this year- Linda did- so this Christmas didn't mean much to me. I was probably just gonna get hung over again. I work at an office and it's just enough money for me to be able to afford to have an apartment and afford food and drink. Just enough. My wife took almost everything... the house, the money, almost the kids until I could convince the judge to let me have them on every other weekend. Sometimes holidays.

I spilled a beer and started cursing under my breath. Someone knocked on the door- "WHO THE FUCK IS THERE!?" The person on the other side of the door said "uh... the mailman? You've got a package." I took a deep sigh. He was the only person who put up with my shit. I opened the door and took the package. I apologized and closed the door, careful not to slam it.

I walked over to the coffee table and put the package down. I grabbed some scissors and opened up the box. Inside was a little clay pot with a card. I took out the clay pot and sat it on the table. It was pink and green. Very ugly, but I didn't mind. I grabbed the card and opened it. Inside said "happy Christmas dad, we love you!" I smiled a tiny bit. I grabbed another beer and drank, a little happier than before.