When I was 8, my class had a Christmas gift exchange.
My family was so poor we couldn’t afford a gift, so I wrapped one of my dad’s old books in reused gift paper and gave it to my classmate.
She, in return, had given me the latest Barbie. When she saw my gift, she started crying.
The next day, her mom came to school, looking serious and asking for me. Suddenly, she started smiling when she saw me and her expression softened. She handed me a bag filled with gifts—the Barbie’s matching car, a Ken doll, and brand-new holiday clothes. I was overwhelmed.
It didn’t end there. I froze in shock when she told me to wait after school because she was taking me and her daughter to lunch—I couldn’t believe it. It was my first time ever in a restaurant.
Her daughter, who had been upset before, was now kind to me, and we became close friends. We’re still friends today, even at 24, despite living in different towns.
That mother’s kindness was the first time I truly felt the magic of Christmas. I’ve never forgotten it. Now that my family is financially stable, I pay it forward every year by helping a child in need during the holidays.
After a lifetime of messing up, my family disowned me, and I’ve been homeless and destitute. I found a medication regimen that actually works for my mental illness. Unfortunately, the rest of life hasn’t fallen into place, and I’m still homeless and unemployed.
My attempts to contact my family were limited or thwarted, as my phone was stolen, and my email containing all my phone numbers was linked to it, leaving me limited to writing letters. I wrote roughly once a week, with no response. For months. It hurt. I tried to keep my head up, but it got harder as time went on.
Eventually, I got back on Facebook, and found my mom’s account. I messaged her this morning, saying Merry Christmas, that I miss her, and that I’m sorry for everything. I expected radio silence once more. BUT SHE MESSAGED ME BACK! I GOT TO TALK TO MY FAMILY FOR THE FIRST TIME IN SIX MONTHS TODAY!
It’s mixed news since my dad is in the hospital and almost died, but it’s way better than not knowing. And then after they passed the phone around, my mom got back on and told me I got a check in the mail. A legit check—she had to check it out herself—for 8 grand.
Here I am, in a homeless shelter, lost, destitute, and unsure of what to do next, when everything I needed and wanted fell into my lap on Christmas.
As a professional Santa, I get my picture taken with the residents of a local nursing home. We do this early in December each year. I return each year on Christmas morning to deliver presents to those same residents.
I have been doing this for several years, and there is always a little sadness, as there are fewer residents on Christmas due to deaths or medical complications that put them in the hospital.
Today, I am happily reporting that every resident who was there in early December was also there this fine morning. 104 smiling faces, ready to receive a gift and a little love. That is my Christmas miracle this year! © Charlie Johnson / Quora
I was around 6 or 7, right after my parents got divorced. My mom, brother, and I had just moved into our new house, meaning we only had boxes upon boxes throughout the whole house. I remember it being around Christmas Eve, and we didn’t even have our Christmas tree up.
I went to bed that night, and apparently, my mom was really sad we weren’t experiencing a Christmas, and she ended up having my brother, who was only 9 or 10 at the time, and her staying up all night going through all of the boxes to find Christmas decorations and tree ornaments and decorating the upstairs. I remember her later on telling me they were trying extra hard not to wake me up since they were right outside my room, and I never suspected or heard a thing.
From that Christmas morning, I still can feel the surprise and shock to this day. I opened my door, and I saw our Christmas tree all decorated, with a few presents under the tree. I was in awe and shock. I remember walking over to the tree, and there was a little note from leftover wrapping paper stuck to a branch that said, “Merry Christmas, Emily! — Santa.” That was the day I truly believed in Santa.
Now, when I look back, I can’t believe the emotional distress my mom was undergoing from the divorce and also not giving her kids a proper Christmas. The fact that she still made sure to give us just a small glimpse of the holiday shows her love and bravery for us. © emilychristine9 / Reddit
I was attending an adult program and later became employed by them. During one small Christmas party in one of the classes, we had a gift exchange. We all drew a name out of the hat, so everyone had their gifts. But sitting on the table was another gift that had no name or tag.
It was like a small gift basket, and none of us had bought or brought it, and it didn’t particularly belong to anyone. It’s like someone snuck in the door and put it there, but that wasn’t possible.
I still think of that, and even at my age, I still believe in Santa. You can laugh at me if you like. © Sandy Lewis / Quora
An angel appeared just as I realized I had failed to buy four tickets for myself and my friends to an outdoor Christmas musical theater show. She asked us to join her, as her family could not go. Like in a Christmas movie, she wouldn’t accept a cent for the opportunity of joining her.
So we graciously fell into her cheer and sang, laughed, and danced in her seats, inspiring many other parents around us to release their embarrassment and spread their Christmas cheer. The children were ecstatic, and their smiles brought out even more joy among us all.
It was the kindest moment that truly had grown adults enjoying their true essence once again—knowing there was something magical about Christmas in the air. © Amie Sapiecha / Quora
For Christmas, I wanted a kitten. Ideally, it should be female, intelligent, and gentle, and of course, it would need to get along well with my resident cat, Sulu.
I wanted that kitten to pick me. That was my big wish—not me selecting a kitten, but a kitten clearly selecting me. It would be nice if that happened for Christmas, I thought.
On the 22nd of December, in the afternoon, I was walking home from the shops when this tiny kitten followed me. It walked all the way with me (quite a long way for those tiny legs), right through the door and into my home. © Rayne Hall / Quora