Snow fell lightly one December morning. May watched as the snow flakes kissed the window, then melted from the warmth of the clear glass.
“May, come down, breakfast is ready!” May’s Mother called from the kitchen. She could smell the inviting aroma of scrambled eggs, crisp bacon, and freshly squeezed oranges.
May ran down the cherry oak stairs to the kitchen, where her mother, father, and one year old baby brother waited for her at the kitchen table.
“Good morning Mommy, good morning Daddy, good morning Timmy!” May said as she sat down.
“Good morning sweet heart.” Her father said, giving her a kiss on her forehead.
“Good morning May, are ready to go to the mall today?” Asked her mother, pouring her a cup of juice.
“O Yes! I am so excited! Are we going after breakfast?” May asked excitedly.
“Yes, we are. Do you have your list ready for Santa?”
“Almost, I still have a few things I need to add onto it.”
“It’s not?” Her father asked surprised, unfolding his newspaper. “You’ve been writing that thing for a whole month now haven’t you?”
“Yes, but it’s a big list, I must have over 30 things on it!”
“30 things? Honey, I don’t know if Santa can bring all those toys, besides, didn’t you just want that ‘Cabbage Patch Kids’ doll for a while?” May’s Mother asked.
“Well, yeah, but then I went over to Jenny’s house, and she had all these really cool toys, that I just HAVE to have!”
“I don’t think you HAVE to have them.” Her father chuckled as he took a sip of his coffee.
“Oh yes I do Daddy! Or else, I’ll be really sad.” May curled her lip, looking longingly at her father.
“Honey,” May’s mother said as she put her hands on May’s shoulders, “What have you been learning in Sunday school over the past few weeks?”
“To be thankful.” May mumbled with her head down.
“That’s right, thankful for family, friends, baby Jesus, all the toys you have, the list goes on. The Bible says we should be thankful for all God has given us (1 Chr. 16:8). Sadly, a lot kids don’t get anything on Christmas morning, yet their thankful for all the things God has given them, and even all the things He hasn’t given them.”
“Wait, what do you mean, ‘all the things he hasn’t given them’?” May asked, looking up at her mother.
“Well, what I meant to say was, their thankful even when they don’t get what they want. It’s called being selfish when you don’t get what you want, and then pout about it.”
“Oh.” May said, a little disappointed. May really wanted all those wonderful toys, yet she knew it would be selfish to ask for so much. “OK, what if I narrow down the list to five things?” May asked, looking at her mother.
“That sounds like a good plan.” Her mother chuckled, giving May a kiss on the cheek.
Before May knew it, it was Christmas morning. She never could sleep Christmas Eve, she was just too excited to even think about closing her eyes.
May ran into her parent’s room, “Merry Christmas, merry Christmas!” She yelled, jumping up and down on her parent’s bed.
“Merry Christmas May.” Her father yawned.
“Let’s go see what Santa brought!” May yelled, jumping off the bed and running out of the room.
When May got down the stairs, her eyes lit up, there were so many presents under the tree, she could count them all (Considering she was only three, and couldn’t count to 20 in order).
May got wonderful presents, including her ‘Cabbage Patch Kids’ doll. After she opened all her gifts, May asked if they could all pray, and thank God for all the wonderful gifts He did and did not give her, and for all the children who did not get presents, that they would be safe and warm. “And thank you God for the best gift of all, Your Son, Jesus. Amen.”
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