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Your conversations consist of bragging, and trying to out do your friends. You want to win. That's what Christmas has become. A season of who gets the most. While I sit here in my shoe-box residence. No Christmas tree. No presents. Nothing. Not by choice, but by lack of resources. And you know what? I'm happy. This year, I learned that getting presents isn't everything. Giving Watching Smiling Compassion are the things that keep Christmas spirit alive. So while you unwrap your **** wondering what you get- I will silently sit, smiling through all of it.
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Dec 23, 2011
Dec 23, 2011 at 6:23 PM UTC
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Your conversations consist of bragging, and trying to out do your friends. You want to win. That's what Christmas has become. A season of who gets the most. While I sit here in my shoe-box residence. No Christmas tree. No presents. Nothing. Not by choice, but by lack of resources. And you know what? I'm happy. This year, I learned that getting presents isn't everything. Giving Watching Smiling Compassion are the things that keep Christmas spirit alive. So while you unwrap your **** wondering what you get- I will silently sit, smiling through all of it.
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Dec 23, 2011
Dec 23, 2011 at 6:23 PM UTC
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