Replying to A Christmas miracle

There once was a boy named little Johnny, little Johnny wished and wished every season for Santa to bring him a brand new pair of saga bibs. One special season when little Johnny turned just 11 years old he woke up as early early early as he could on Christmas Day. He ran down the stairs as quickly as he could with a smile from ear to ear. “This is the year, I know it”, said little Johnny quietly under his breathe, so as to not wake up grandma. Finally when he reached the bottom step and peered up at the Christmas tree, little Johnny didn’t see bibs, he didn’t see cookies and milk, he didn’t even see a single present, but he found his entire family brutally murdered by Henrik Harlaut. Even grandma.