Christmas Gift (Final Part)

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The Final Part of the Retold Story Christmas Gift


On his way back home, he met a few hungry orphans. Out of kindness, he gave some cake and chocolates to them. He kept a little of the cake and three chocolates for his parents and himself.

After returning home, he found that his poor neighbour’s little kid was weeping. He told the boy, “Don’t cry, little buddy, please. Here, take some chocolates and cake.”

The little boy gave a happy smile. Then John wished him, “Have a wonderful Christmas, buddy! Merry Christmas Eve!”

John did not say anything to his parents. However, they came to know everything about John’s good deeds.

That night, that is, in the evening of 24 December, the heavenly angels came and filled John’s house with delicious foods and many toys. What is more, God blessed John with all His heart. Then God said to Himself, “I’m so glad that you’ve been so kind. You have given the best gift ever to the children and to Me. Yes, this is the actual spirit of Christmas. Stay happy and healthy with your parents always.”

                                                          [Retold the story Christmas]

Moral: Kindness pays back in some way or the other.

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