PW: December 7th

“Wait! Don’t open your eyes yet!” he exclaimed, to ensure that his point was conveyed.

“I won’t, don’t worry,” I replied to ease his mind. I could smell gingerbread baking in the oven, accompanied by the faint sound of Christmas music playing in the other room. I felt a sudden wave of heat wash over me, which was an indication that the fireplace had just been turned on. Even with my eyes closed, I could tell that the room felt happier than it had in weeks.

“Okay, you can open your eyes now,” which filled me with a sudden surge of excitement. The Christmas season always gave me a sense of nostalgia and happiness, even though it may seem stereotypical or tacky. Our house was always decorated, music was constantly blaring, and below our tree there were always gifts. Ironically enough, the moment he said that, the music turned off and my other senses weren’t as defined as well as they were just minutes earlier. In fact, the room felt entirely different.

I opened my eyes, and the room was completely empty. The decorations were gone, the people were gone, the music was gone, the warmth was gone, the happiness was gone. Wiped away, and for a reason that I wasn’t even aware of. I was standing completely alone. I didn’t understand why or even how everything was taken away so rapidly. Was this a joke? Am I dreaming?

A previously magnificent room was ultimately bare. I looked around, to see if there was any trace of what happened. I walked over to the counter, and on it was an envelope with my name on it. I ripped it open, and it only read:

Everything has been donated. Enjoy your Christmas.

Everything clicked instantaneously. The one wish I had this year, was to improve the Christmas of others, no matter what cost. I had originally meant financially. However, this was 1000 times better.

Sometimes, we need to learn to give things up, to make others happy. And only when you learn to do that, you will find the satisfaction and happiness you need, knowing that it isn’t material or superficial, it’s legitimate. Now, how is that for being stereotypical?

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