Little Boy Refuses to Wear ‘Ugly’ Sweaters Grandma Gifts for Christmas until They Save His Life — Story of the Day

A boy tosses the ‘ugly’ sweaters his grandma gifts him every year into the attic until one day, nothing but those sweaters can save his life.

Danny opened the gift and frowned. “A sweater again? Seriously? What’s wrong with Gran Esther?”

Danny was disappointed and protested it was silly to send him another sweater. For the last five years, ever since his grandmother was confined to a wheelchair, she wasn’t able to visit him for Christmas but sent him a present every year.

For the first year, Danny was excited when he received a gift, but when sweaters made up the gift for four successive years, the 11-year-old didn’t even bother to show any excitement while opening the present.

“Why can’t she just get me something I want?” grumbled Danny. “Mom, tell her to stop sending these sweaters! I HATE them!”

“Danny, honey, that’s rude!” said his mother. “You know Grandma knits them with love. The least you can do is call her and say thank you.”

“Really, mom?” said Danny bitterly. “You’re impossible! I’m going to my room!”

Danny left the sweater on the living room couch and disappeared to his room.

“Dad and I are going out Christmas shopping, Danny!” his mom called out after a while. “Make sure the tree is decorated while we’re away. You promised you’ll help me!”

“I’ll do it, mom!” shouted Danny. “You don’t need to keep reminding me like a stupid alarm clock!”

Danny was in a bad mood, and it was all Esther’s fault. Why did she send him a sweater again? He had told her last year on a call that he really wanted the PlayStation, yet she sent him a sweater! Seriously?

“I’m sick of these sweaters!” grumbled Danny. “I don’t want to see them again!”

So when his parents went out shopping that day—it was the day before Christmas—he removed the sweater from the couch and tossed it into the attic like he did every year.

“That’s where this stupid sweater belongs! Actually, no, I’ll make sure I keep it somewhere where no one can find it!”

In a rage, the little boy climbed the stairs up the attic, gathered all the sweaters tossed around, and stuffed them into a cardboard box.

Happy that he won’t have to see that sweater again, Danny smiled and decided to leave the attic.

But he couldn’t. The door was jammed. He applied all his force to open it but couldn’t.

“Oh no!” he cried, terrified. “Mom, dad, I’m stuck here! Open the door!”

Then it dawned on him his parents were out shopping.

Danny’s heart began to pound faster. He decided to shout...