When I was eight, my class traded Christmas presents. We were so poor that we couldn’t buy a gift, so I gave a friend one of my dad’s old books wrapped in old gift paper. What she did in return was give me the newest Barbie. She broke down in tears when she saw my gift.
She looked serious when her mom came to school the next day and asked for me. Suddenly, she smiled when she saw me, and her face became softer. I was given a bag with presents inside. Inside were new holiday clothes, a Ken doll, and a Barbie car that went with it. I was too stressed out.
It wasn’t over yet. As soon as she told me to wait after school, she told me she was taking my daughter and me to lunch. I was shocked. I had never been to a restaurant before.
Her daughter used to be mad at me, but now she was nice to me, and we became good friends. Even though we live in different places now that we’re 24, we’re still friends.
I first felt the magic of Christmas when my mom did something nice for me. It’s something I’ll never forget. Now that my family has enough money, I help a child in need over the holidays every year as a way to say thank you.
