Meet my friend __________… Actually I don’t have a name for him yet, maybe some of you might have a clever title for this guy.
I’ll never forget running and jumping on my parents bed demanding them to wake up and go see what Santa brought us. Never forget tearing a big box apart just to get my ‘Talking Bubba”. (basically a really creepy lion stuffed animal that spoke like a cowboy)
I used to get so into the idea of giving presents on Christmas that I would take presents from past years, re wrap them and give them back to my parents. It seemed like a brilliant idea at the time hah. Of course as I got older my family told me they would always return the presents back to my closet when I finally went to sleep Christmas night.
We’re all growing and changing all the time, I will NEVER have as magical of a Christmas like I did when I was young. But hey, my turns over, that’s the beauty of this world, everything that’s given is returned.
So now its my turn to give a kid his “Talking Bubba”, to give a kid a reason to jump on his parents begging to open the presents beneath the tree.
What Money Can’t Buy.
Stay young forever, let’s change some lives :)
Anything helps.
(Originally from John Gomez, Reblogged from Hello, I'm Stephen.)
