Christmas is no fun when you're poor. Twenty years ago, I was a young, (struggle) substitute teacher (代课老师) whose calls into work had been few. Money was tight, but bills were due and my wife and I couldn't even afford (get) Christmas gifts for each other. The only gifts we could get for our children (be) a few soft toys that I had found (sell) at half price in the supermarket. I opened the door and brought in the gifts I had hidden in our old car's trunk. Then I handed them to my son daughter. I watched with a sad smile as they did their best to tear off the wrapping (包装) paper. As they pulled out their (toy), though. I noticed their eyes lit up and they jumped up and down. My daughter (happy) hugged her toy and then hugged her mom and me as well. I laughed as I watched my children play with their toys hours, and I thanked God for the (great) gift I had ever been given. Till today I still treasure the gift of pure love my son and daughter gave me that day.
