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I remember the first Christmas I ever had ... I was five... First year I was with my new adoptive family... I smelled things I had never smelled.. Cookies baking, music in the air.. I didn't know why people were wrapping things up or what a present was ... I remeber asking my mom why she was putting funny paper around things.
I thought it was funny to chop a tree down to bring it inside... even funnier putting lights on it . I remember waking up in the middle of the night and on my way to the bathroom, I saw all these things under the tree and bikes.. I ran into my brothers room and woke him up yelling. " a robber broke in !! There must be more than one because they hid their bikes behind the tree... Christmas was unfamiliar to me, I had no idea all the beautiful traditions and love God had waiting for me in the years to come... my real Christmas gift was my new family
I thought it was funny to chop a tree down to bring it inside... even funnier putting lights on it . I remember waking up in the middle of the night and on my way to the bathroom, I saw all these things under the tree and bikes.. I ran into my brothers room and woke him up yelling. " a robber broke in !! There must be more than one because they hid their bikes behind the tree... Christmas was unfamiliar to me, I had no idea all the beautiful traditions and love God had waiting for me in the years to come... my real Christmas gift was my new family