After I stayed with James, my dad wanted me to stay home with him because Christmas eve was the next day. I kept in touch with James and he said that since I helped the day before and a Supernatural fan posted it online, tons of people were now donating. I guess thats a way to get people to help.

On Christmas day, though, I realized just how much I helped. Of course, my day had to start off opening presents 'Santa' got me.

I was laying in my bed, dreaming about eating a taco when I felt a small person jump on me. "Get up, sissy! Santa came! Santa came!" She shouted in my ear.

"Oh, J.J. just let me finish my taco." I pouted, turning the other way. She threw herself over my body to be in my face again.

"No, sissy! Santa was here! He has presents underneath our tree." She continued, trying to open my eyes with her little fingers. I just groaned and sat up slowly. She cheered and ran out my room. I was half tempted to just lay back down and sleep more but I knew my dad was coming in next. Sighing, I stood up and walked slowly to the room with our tree, finding many wrapped presents. I didn't even notice J.J. was there until she jumped on my back from standing on the couch.I flopped on the couch, careful not to hurt my sister.

"Where's mom and dad?" I asked.

"Coffee." She told me. I nodded and we had to sit and wait on them. It was the worst part of every Christmas, waiting on mom and dad with the presents underneath the tree taunting us.

"Oh, I'm coming for you." I muttered to a specific wrapped present. Soon mom and dad came in and we dove into the presents. I got a lot of clothes (beanies and hoodies and such), a new phone case, new bed sheets, a few different art things (sketch pad, markers, shading pencils) some other things I've already forgotten about and candy. J.J. got little kid toys and such. I gave mom a bracelet and dad I gave a mug because I honestly had no idea what else to get them. We were all laughing and stuff when my phone rang. "Hello?"

"Sara! You should come help us hand out all the presents!" James' voice shouted in my ear. I literally had to move my phone slightly away from my ear, making me smile.

"Well, I would but I don't know if my dad will let me leave on Christmas." I told him.

"Just ask!" He said. "Please please please please please-"

"Okay, okay, chill!" I laughed. "You sound like Mel, my goodness." I heard him laugh on the other end as I walked to where my dad was. He and mom were in the kitchen while J.J. was playing with her new toys. "Hey, guys. James wants to know if I can help give out presents from the toy drive we did the other day." I told them. They looked at each other and Mom nodded.

"I think it's fine." Dad looked like he wanted to argue so mom continued. "She's doing good. We aren't doing anything anyway." Dad sighed and looked at me.

"Will you be home later?" He asked.

"Who knows?" I shrugged. "I'll be sure to let you know, though." He sighed and I smiled at him. "I love you."

"I love you too." He smiled.

"This means I can?" I asked.

"Is he going to pick you up?" Dad questioned.

"Already on the way!" James said, hearing dad's question. I laughed and nodded.

"Yeah, he's already on the way." I told my dad. He sighed and nodded.

"Fine. Be careful and have fun." He said. I smiled and hugged him.

"I will. Thanks daddy." He nodded and hugged me back before I sprinted to my room to get dressed. Once I was done, I heard a knock on the door. I ran to it and saw James smiling.

"Come on." He said grabbing my hand.

"Okay. Bye mom. Bye dad!" I shouted as I was pulled out the door. I was brought to his car and sat down in the seat. "Thanks for inviting me." I smiled at James. He smiled and shrugged.

"You need to help. And I have a surprise for you."

"For me?" I questioned. He smiled and nodded.

"Close your eyes." He instructed. I nodded slowly and listened. I heard him open something then he moved my body to face away from him. He moved my hair and exhaled slowly. "Okay. Open them." I obviously knew it was a necklace so I looked down and grabbed the silver chain to look at it. "Merry Christmas, Sara." He blushed.

The necklace was a pendant in the shape of a heart. It wasn't the old plain ones though. It had designs all over it. It was beautiful. "Thank you so much. I love it." I smiled.

"Hold on." He reached over and grabbed the pendant. He opened it and inside was a picture if him and I on the bench where we met. It honestly made tears come to my eyes. I was always a romantic. James just happened to be the same and he was so caring. I didn't know how I got so lucky.

"It's perfect." I smiled, hugging him. "Youre the best." He nodded as I hugged him. I was tempted to tell him I loved him. I was about to...but then he did for me.

"I love you, Sara." He said softly. I pulled away from the hug and I saw the look of worry on his face. He was so scared I'd reject it. So scared I wasn't ready. I wasn't sure if I was, but I was ready to try. I smiled and nodded.

"I love you too, James." I said. He calmed and smiled, looking down. Ms. Delario smiled from the front seat but didn't say anything. We stared at each other smiling for a while before I finally cleared my throat and spoke. "I feel guilty though, because I didn't get you anything." James smiled and shook his head.

"You don't have to. I already have the gift from Heaven." He spoke. We stared at each other for a minute before we both laughed.

"You're so cheesy." I laughed.

"I know." He laughed with me. "We built this relationship on cheese."

"We really did." I nodded.

"Crazy, huh?"

"What?" I asked.

"I remember the first time you told me I was cheesy." He smiled, looking down.

"Really?" I questioned. He nodded slowly, smiling, reliving the memory. I honestly didn't remember. He went along to tell me though.

"It was right after I made you fall. I had helped you up and you went to sit on the bench. Something about you made me really happy. You were beautiful and I could tell your personality was also beautiful. So, I sat next to you. You joking said you could be alone and I said I wanted to stay with you. You looked at the flowers and talked about how you thought they were pretty. That's when I said 'not as pretty as you'. You laughed and told me it was cheesy. I laughed right along with you. Now, here we are, two years later, and you're still with me. Telling me how cheesy I am. I'm so lucky to have you, Sara." By the time he finished his story, I actually was crying. I relieved the memory with him. I remembered.

"James." I laughed, wiping my tears. "Thanks a lot. Im feeling feels." He chuckled and wiped them with his hoodie. Once my tears were gone, I laid on his shoulder, watching the sky go by. A few minutes later, we were at the shelter. We walked in and the people with the toys were already there. We began handing everything out. Kids were beyond happy. Some of them had never gotten anything except what they needed.

There was this one little boy in particular. He had dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. "Hi." I smiled sweetly. He seemed shy so he just smiled and waved. "Im Sara. This year Santa gave me you guys' presents by accident. Can you tell me what you wanted and maybe I can find it." He looked up at me and shrugged.

"I like cars." He answered softly.

"What kind of cars? Small cars? Remote control cars?" I asked. He slowly reached in the pocket of his too-big jacket. He pulled out an old hotwheels race car.

"This. My daddy used to have these when he was little. He gave me this one before he died." He told me.

"I'm sorry about you dad." I spoke. He nodded and looked down. I knew exactly what he could have. I told him I'd be back and went to grab something that I had been saving. It was a whole set of hotwheels in a big box. I walked back over to him and handed him the box. "I think these are yours." I told him. His face brightened up like a Christmas tree!

"Oh wow!" He squealed. I smiled and watched as he examined all the cars. "Thank you!" He smiled. I nodded.

"You're welcome." The boys mother was crying and I handed her clothes that would fit both her and her son. I walked back over to him and smiled. "I need you to take very good care of these, okay?" He nodded and hugged me.

"Thank you!" He said again. I nodded and hugged him back.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"William Jay Brian Jr." He answered proudly. I laughed and nodded.

"That's a nice name." I said.

"It was my daddys name."

"How old are you, William?"

"Five." He told me. I smiled and nodded.

"You play with your cars okay? Im going to go talk to your mommy." He nodded and carefully removed one of the cars from the box.

"Thank you so much dear. We've been here all his life and hes never gotten that." His mom told me.

"You've been here for five years?" I asked. She nodded slowly.

"Before he was born, our house caught fire and we weren't able to afford another. We found out my husband had stage four cancer and we didn't have the money for treatment. The money we did have went to treatment...but it wasn't enough." She spoke. "He died a few weeks after Williams fourth birthday." I felt so bad. No one I had talked to had been here for so long. They were all here temporarily but William and his mom lived here. I nodded and handed her my phone number.

"Please call me if you need anything. Anything at all." I spoke.

"Oh no, dear. You've done enough for us already." She told me, handing me the piece of paper back. I smiled and shook my head.

"No ma'am. I can do so much more. I'll come visit you guys as much as I can." I told her. She nodded slowly and hugged me.

"You're such a kind girl." She spoke. James then came up.

"Sara! All the kids have presents and we still have extra!" He spoke. I looked at him and nodded.

"That's great." I cheered.

"Now we can go to another shelter. Or a children's hospital!" He said excitedly. I laughed and nodded. Then I saw William playing all by himself as all the other kids were laughing and playing with others.

"Hold on." I told him. He nodded and watched as I walked over to him. "Hey William. Why aren't you playing with the other kids?" I asked him. He looked up and shrugged.

"They think I'm weird." He said. I frowned and looked up at the other kids.

"Weird? How so?" He shrugged again.

"They make fun of me because I never had a house." I frowned even more, if that's possible.

"Who?" He looked up at some older kids. Not older than me. Just older than him. There were three. All in the eight to twelve rage. "Want me to talk to them?" I asked. He nodded slowly and I walked over to the kids. William followed and hugged my legs when we stood in front of the kids who were now looking at me. James stood far enough to hear but didn't come up yet. "Hi there." I told the boys.

"Sup." The seemingly oldest one said.

"My friend here says you pick on him." I spoke, looking down at William.

"Who? Whining Willy?" The middle one asked.

"No. William." I said.

"Whatever lady." The oldest said.

"How old are you boys anyway?" I asked. "Eight?"

"I happen to be thirteen." The oldest said.

"Yeah?" I questioned. He nodded and I rolled my eyes. "Well, if you're thirteen, why are you picking on a five year old?" They all shrugged.

"Because why not?" He chuckled.

"Because it's wrong." I told them. They shrugged again and I sighed. "Just leave him alone." Then I walked away. If I stayed any longer, I probably would've said something I'd regret. I walked over to James and shook my head. "Jerks." I said, shaking my head. James smiled a little and shrugged.

"Kids will be kids. Come on." He said. I nodded and looked at William.

"Here." I handed my phone number. "Call me anytime, okay. Ask a family member for a phone." He nodded and hugged me.

"Thank you." I hugged back.

"No problem." I spoke. Then James and I left. We handed out toys at a hospital then I went home. This Christmas was pretty okay.