Eleven-year-old James walked hand-in-hand with his parents, Ava and Richard Waters, through the Atlanta Christendom Market. It was only a few days before his favourite holiday, and he thought about what he hoped Santa would bring him. The most important item on his list was a new iPad, as his old one was already too slow for his games.
"Did Santa get my letter, Mum?" he asked innocently. His mum looked down at him and smiled.
"I'm sure he did, honey. Don't worry. In any case, Christmas is not really about what you receive, it's about spending time with your family and remembering all the good things that happened to you this year," his mother answered, hoping that her child wouldn't grow up to think that presents were an essential part of any holiday.
"I know, Mum. But I was really good this year! I deserve a gift!" James continued.
"Yes, you were good. I'm sure Santa knows that. Let's get some hot cocoa, OK?" his father suggested and pulled them towards a vendor (自动售货机).
As they continued walking, James suddenly yelled, "Mr. Williams!" He let go of his mum's hand and ran towards the direction of a man sitting on a bench by a tree.
"James!" his mum called out in a panic. The crowd was too big, and James was just a little boy. He could get lost easily. But James had reached his destination where his former neighbour Mr. Williams sat. "Mr. Williams! Do you remember me? I'm James," he asked the old man.
"Ah, yes, James. How are you, kid? Are you keeping up with your reading I used to encourage you to do?" Mr. Williams asked.
"Yes, I am. But I miss you, sir. Why are you here alone?" James wondered.
Unfortunately, Mr. Williams got sick around a year ago and had to miss about a year of work. He lost his job and it was hard for him to afford his apartment and find other employment. During the car ride back home, James'mum told him that their neighbour was probably homeless after losing his job.
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James had an idea that night and he wrote another letter to Santa , asking him to help his neighbour.
His mother read what he wrote and cried, unable to believe her son's kindness and thoughtfulness.
