Lily was the most popular girl in her fifth-grade class. She had everything—new clothes, the latest gadgets, and parents who showered her with gifts. Every Christmas, their class had a tradition: everyone brought a small present to exchange.
This year, as the students excitedly unwrapped their gifts, Lily noticed that one boy, Daniel, sat quietly at his desk, hands folded in his lap. He hadn’t brought anything.
With a smirk, she turned to him. “Did you forget, or could you just not afford a present?” she teased, loud enough for others to hear. Some of her classmates chuckled, while Daniel’s face turned red.
Their teacher, Mrs. Collins, stepped in. “That’s enough, Lily.”
Later that day, when everyone was asked to write a letter to Santa, Lily noticed Daniel writing with great concentration. Curiosity got the best of her, and when he left his letter on the teacher’s desk, she sneaked a peek.
Dear Santa,
I don’t want toys or clothes. I just want my little sister to get better. She’s been very sick, and Mom says we don’t have money for gifts this year. If you can, please help my family instead.
Lily felt a lump in her throat. She had expected him to ask for something silly or fun, like every other kid. But instead, his only wish was for his sister’s health.
That evening, guilt gnawed at her. She told her mom about what had happened. To her surprise, her mother didn’t scold her but simply handed her a wrapped box. “This was meant for you, but I think you know who needs it more.”
The next morning, Lily stood outside Daniel’s house. When he opened the door, his eyes widened in surprise. “Lily?”
She held out the box. “I—I wanted to give you this. I’m sorry for yesterday.”
Daniel hesitated before unwrapping it. Inside was a warm coat, gloves, and a small book. He looked up, eyes shining. “Thank you.”
That Christmas, Lily learned the true meaning of giving—not through expensive presents, but through kindness. And for the first time, she felt the warmth of Christmas in her heart.
