I was in the fouth grade. Leading up towards that I started having stipulations that there was no Santa. That my parents got all of my presents. It was getting towards chirstmas and i was getting curious about what exactly my parents got me. When i walked into my parents bedroom, and proceded towards the back i found all of my presents. After i fould them i then figured out about the fact that santa is not real.
I guess now i finally figured out about that there are two meanings of christmas. Christmas is not just about receiving, but giving. For the past few years we have recently done this program Meals on Wheels once a month, but now i we also do it on Christmas Eve. It is nice seeing the smile on their faces when ever we see them. To me it not only brightens up their christmas, but also ours. I always feel good inside due to the fact of doing a good gesture. We spend time with them talking about everything. Afterwards words cannot explain the amount of appreciation i have towards them, but my parents. They taught me that christmas is not just about presents, but the true meaning is giving.
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