I crept down the stairs to put the childrens presents from Santa under the tree. I looked at what they had asked him for. Nathan wanted a fire engine, Mary wanted a job for mommy and daddy, and Ally wanted food for her tummy. I put all we had into the stockings, a piece of bread for each of them. I remember my few Christmases I had when I was a child. These were nothing like it. As I looked once more at the lists with tears in my eyes knowing that this wasn't good enough, I walked back upstairs.
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