So, My favorite Christmas was when I was about 9, I had sneaked down stairs to see how much stuff was under the tree and dream that it was all for me of course. When I peeked through the crack in the living room door I saw my mom and dad sitting staring at our tree with no presents under it, and crying. They were saying things like, “they deserve so much”,” they’re such good kids” ” I love them so much!”… I went back to bed and realized that Christmas wasn’t about ME! wasn’t about the gifts, but was about true love , Our GOD, who like my parents, would give anything to give good things to HIS children. This will always be my favorite Christmas memory! ~I Love My Life!
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