Though a Christian holiday, I still love christmas. This being said the first day of December, mind you. I stayed home yesterday because of a gun threat at school. Instead of barricading myself in, I set up all our christmas decor.
I love the air of the season. Everyone is much kinder. Rather than asking for a bunch of crap I'll get sick of December 26th, I like to donate money or gifts for charities. To get you in this same spirit I want to share a touching story of a little boy who recieved my gifts:
His name was Micheal. I "adopted" him through my school's program for the Neighborhood House, a school for the disadvantaged in Salt Lake City. Out of all the kids, I thought he was the cutest. My mom and I got him all the things on his wishlist. A pair of jeans, a warm sweatshirt, a t-shirt, some shoes, and a Transformer. I wrapped them proudly knowing that I would help this sweet little boy have a merry Christmas. I turned my presents into my home room teacher, who was also the coordinator for this program. A few weeks later, we watched a short video about the Service club's trip to Neighborhood House. I saw Micheal opening his gifts in a short clip. My teacher came over to me and told me that Micheal at first didn't beileive that these gifts were for him and set them aside. This dear little eight year old didn't believe in the kindness of strangers until he was assured that all of these nice gifts were all his.
