Hughes' dialect uncovers that he was composing this story as though he were still a kid, clutching the emotions and musings of that time. Amid the season of the occasion, Hughes' felt more befuddled and disappointed in light of the fact that Jesus would not come to him. He was starting to feel anxious that Jesus would not come. "I needed something to transpire, however nothing happened." Towards the end of the story this all progressions to sentiments of blame, disappointment, and misery. "That night… I cried." "I couldn't stand to advise her that I had lied… and that now I didn't accept there was a Jesus any longer, since he didn't come to help
