I still remember my first Christmas adventure with my grandma. As we walked into a shop, Grandma gave me ten dollars. "Take the money and 1 something for someone who needs it. I will2 you in the car," she said. Then she turned and walked out of the shop.
I was only eight years old then. I had often gone shopping3 my mother, but I had never shopped for anything all by myself. For a few minutes, I4 stood there. I thought about what to buy and whom to buy it for. Suddenly, I thought of Bobby Decker. He was a kid whose mother had died.
Bobby Decker didn't have a coat. I then decided to buy him a coat. I choose a red one.
It looked5 , and he would like that.
That evening, Grandma helped me wrap the coat in Christmas paper and drove me over to Bobby Decker's house.
Grandma stopped her6 some distance away from Bobby's house, I took a deep breath, ran to his front door, put the box down on his step, and ran back to the car. Together we waited for the front door to open. Finally it did, and Bobby stood there.
That7 , I realized that Santa was alive, and we were on his team. I was so happy.
