My Christmas

My Christmas was great! I did what I love doing most (sleep). Well, at least for most of the day! Anyway,  my sister and I rented the movie "The Interview" and watched only half of it because Google Play was not cooperating with the computer.  We were a little upset because well, I've been wanting to watch it since June, but Sony had to cancel it last minute. I ended up watching Tammy with my sister instead. Around 6pm, my mom decided that we were going to go feed the homeless people at a certain place by the church we used to go to. At first I was shocked because I wouldn't have expected that from her. Then I got really excited! I felt so proud of my mom for having that idea, I wanted to cry. I wanted to run to her and hug her and yell at excitement that we were going to try something so great and as a family! It could be like a new family tradition. For once in my life I felt like my mother was my hero. My sister and I got up and started to help my mom take the food to the car. By the way,we made tamales and Mexican fruit punch for Christmas.  When we arrived, there were two rows of tents, blankets, and sleeping bags, with people in them. I grabbed the bowl where we had the tamales and started to hand them out. As I was walking by the line I came across a blanket fort and I asked if anyone was in there and if they wanted some tamales. To my shock, a boy, no older than 12, stuck his head out and asked "Can I have one?" It was heartbreaking to see that a child was homeless and I almost cried in front of him. I held my tears in and gave him two tamales. What was more surprising is that he asked me for another one for his brothers. Without hesitation I gave him three more, and kept walking to the other people. As I crossed the street to get to the other line, I could tell that the tamales were not going to last for everyone. I started to feel worse because I thought it wasn't fair at all. Once I got to the third person in line  only had two tamales left so I was only planning to give one tamal to the next two people but the next woman was pregnant. I ended up giving the two tamales to her. Since we only had punch left I gave an extra two cups to the last people that didn't receive any tamales. Once I met my mom and my sisters back by the car I started to cry ( I am the biggest cry baby in the world, by the way). I just couldn't believe that there were children sleeping under a bridge. Since I felt bad about the last two people that didn't receive any tamales, I went to the car and looked in my purse and gave them each $2. I know it wasn't much but I didn't have any change to split for them. The good thing was that another truck pulled by and started handing out tamales as well. I felt so relived and let the other truck know that the last two people across the street didn't receive any tamales. It was a relive knowing the last two people received some food as well, so started walking to the car. Seeing those people like that made me appreciate what I had. Well, I hope you all had a great Christmas. God bless!