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On the last day before Christmas, I hurried to go to the
supermarket to buy the remaining of the gifts I didn`t manage to buy
earlier. When I saw all the people there, I started to complain to myself:
`It is going to take forever here and I still have so many other places to
go...` `Christmas really is getting more and more annoying every year.
How I wish I could just lie down, go to sleep and only wake up after it...`
Nonetheless, I made my way to the toy section, and there
I started to curse the prices, wondering if after all kids really play with
such expensive toys. While looking in the toy section, I noticed a small boy
of about 5 years old, pressing a doll against his chest. He kept on touching
the hair of the doll and looked so sad.
I wondered who was this doll for. Then the little boy
turned to the old woman next to him:
`Granny, are you sure I don`t have enough money?` The
old lady replied: `You know that you don`t have enough money to buy this
doll, my dear.` Then she asked him to stay here for 5 minutes while she went
to look around. She left quickly. The little boy was still holding the doll
in his hand.
Finally, I started to walk toward him and I asked him who
did he want to give this doll to.
`It is the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so
much for this Christmas. She was so sure that Santa Claus would bring it to
her.` I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus will bring it to her, after
all, and not to worry. But he replied to me sadly. `No, Santa Claus can not
bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mother so
that she can give it to her when she goes there.`