Growing up I didn’t get a lot of gifts on Christmas, it wasn’t until I moved in with my legal guardians that I finally got to understand the true meaning of Christmas. Even though I did get a tremendous amount of gifts each Christmas since we had so much family, the best gift to me was the thought of giving. I couldn’t care less if you gave me twenty bucks in the mail; the act of love that goes with a truly giving heart is worth more than a million twenty dollar bills. At least, to me it is. Since my family always showered their giving hearts to the world, they had also taught me to do the same. It wasn’t about getting appreciation from people, it was about giving them love. Soon giving actually became one of my love languages, and giving was something I was constantly doing. What I didn’t see was that people only really gave during the Christmas season. MOST people’s hearts were not filled with the same kind of love as mine. I would watch people totally ignore the homeless man begging for as little as a penny, and I would watch them show no repentance. It’s like they just didn’t care. But when the holidays came around, people decided all of a sudden that they wanted to give. So they would stop by the dollar store and fill up a shoe box, they would give old toys to toys for tots, and volunteer at the soup kitchen.
Letter From the Editor: Kylie Jacobs