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I was attending an adult program and later became employed by them. During one small Christmas party in one of the classes, we had a gift exchange. We all drew a name out of the hat, so everyone had their gifts. But sitting on the table was another gift that had no name or tag.
It was like a small gift basket, and none of us had bought or brought it, and it didn’t particularly belong to anyone. It’s like someone snuck in the door and put it there, but that wasn’t possible.
I still think of that, and even at my age, I still believe in Santa. You can laugh at me if you like.
Story 6:
An angel appeared just as I realized I had failed to buy four tickets for myself and my friends to an outdoor Christmas musical theater show. She asked us to join her, as her family could not go. Like in a Christmas movie, she wouldn’t accept a cent for the opportunity of joining her.
So we graciously fell into her cheer and sang, laughed, and danced in her seats, inspiring many other parents around us to release their embarrassment and spread their Christmas cheer. The children were ecstatic, and their smiles brought out even more joy among us all.
It was the kindest moment that truly had grown adults enjoying their true essence once again—knowing there was something magical about Christmas in the air.
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