It snowed again. My seventh Christmas was coming. I dreamed of getting the gift from Father Christmas until my elder sister said "There is no Father Christmas."
I ran to my grandmother's house, for she always told the truth. Grandmother was at home. I told 1everything. "No Father Christmas?" She was a little2. "Don't believe it. Put on your coat, and let's go." "Go? Where，Grandma?" I asked. "Kerby's Store. "
As we walked through its door, Grandma handed me ten dollars and said. "Take the3and buy something for someone who needs it. I will wait for you in the car. "Then she turned and walked out of the store.
For a few seconds I just stood there, holding the money, wondering4 to buy, and whom to buy it for. I thought of5I knew: my family, my friends, my neighbors…then I thought of Bobbie Decker, a6with bad temper and messy hair. He sat right behind me7 Mrs. Pollack's class.
Bobbie8went to any party during the winter. His mother always wrote a note, telling the teacher that he had a cough, 9we all knew that he didn't have a cold, and he didn't have a coat. I decided to buy Bobbie a red warm 10that he would like.
That evening, grandma helped me wrap the coat and11"To Bobbie. From Father Christmas "on it. Grandma told me Father Christmas never let people know that he12them. Then she drove me to Bobbie's house, telling me that I was helping Father Christmas13the gift. We stood behind the trees near Bobbie's home. Then Grandma said to me," All right, Father Christmas, get going. "I took a deep breath, ran to the front door, put the gift down14the door, rang the doorbell and flew back to the15. We waited breathlessly in the dark for the front door to open. Finally it did, and there stood Bobbie.
That night, I realized that Father Christmas was alive, and we were on his team.
