It was Christmas Day, and Joey’s birthday. Joey was the hotheaded hurler, the boy everyone feared, envied or wanted. He was also the boy who stole your heart, and was completely obsessed with you.

You went over to Joey’s house to celebrate, only to find him cooking in the kitchen. His brothers: Ollie, Sean and Tadhg were all watching with miserable faces.

“You should go check my room, maybe Santa left something in there.”

Three pairs of widened eyes locked on Joey. “Again?”

All three boys scrambled out of their seat, Ollie grabbing Sean’s hand.

“Come on, Sean,” Ollie squealed. “I bet Santa hid all the good presents in Joey’s room again.”