Codey

It was Christmas Eve and the day before his birthday but Ricky was afraid to go home. Alone, abused and confused, was there no one to help him conquer his fear?

A Ghost of Christmas Past Written by Codey It was cold and dreary. The misty rain would soon turn to snow, bringing the promise of a white Christmas. The trees along the promenade, which snaked along the river’s edge, were draped in sparkling white lights, each of which was encased in a halo formed from the mist. People, bundled against the chill and sheltering under umbrellas, hurried towards the pavilion and the sounds of holiday music. Among shouts of, “Hurry up, Mom and Dad!” exci