That Christmas Eve, snow fell lightly on the small house at the end of the quiet street. In the warm room, little An sat by the window, clutching the old gift box she had wrapped herself in newspaper. It was the only gift she had, for her mother.
When the church bells rang in the distance, the lights in the house suddenly went out. An was a little scared, but then she saw a warm light spreading throughout the room. A Santa Claus appeared, not in a fancy suit, but with a gentle smile and eyes full of love.
“Do you have a wish?” he asked.
An shook her head, softly saying, “I only wish that my mother will always be healthy.”
Santa Claus smiled, placing his hand on the small gift box. When the light disappeared, the lights came back on. An's mother entered the room and hugged her tightly. On the table, the gift box was still there, but inside it was no longer the old gift, but a small card with the words: Love is the magic of Christmas.
Outside, the snow was still falling, and in An's heart, that Christmas became the warmest holiday she had ever known. 🎄
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