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Christmas, or Noel, is a time for loved ones and friends to send each other warm wishes. Sending Christmas SMS messages has become a tradition for many. Along with meaningful and fun Christmas messages, you should also share heartwarming and touching Christmas stories with your friends. After reading the most heartwarming and touching Christmas stories posted by Mytour, you will undoubtedly feel more love for life and appreciate what you have.
6 Heartwarming and Touching Christmas Stories
6 Heartwarming and Touching Christmas Stories:
1. Love for Mom
Even though it's already Christmas day with a few more days to welcome the New Year, the tired mother returns home from the store after a long and exhausting day, dragging bags across the kitchen floor. Waiting for her is her 8-year-old son named David, anxiously recounting what his little sister did at home: '...while I was playing outside and dad was on the phone, Tom took a colored pencil and wrote on the wall, on the brand-new wallpaper that mom just put up in the office! I told him that mom would be angry!'
The mother sighed and raised an eyebrow: 'Where is he now?' Then she left all the bags there and walked into her little son's room, where he was hiding. She called out both his first and last name, and in Western countries, doing so often indicates anger. As she entered the room, the boy trembled with fear, knowing that something terrible was about to happen. In the next 10 minutes, the mother cursed at her son, lamenting the efforts it took to fix the wallpaper, and how expensive it was! After grumbling about the repairs, the mother accused her son of lacking consideration for others. The more she scolded him, the angrier she became, finally leaving the room feeling infuriated!
The mother rushed into her office to verify her concerns. But when she looked at the wall, her eyes welled up with tears. What she read pierced through the mother's soul like an arrow. The words 'Con yêu mẹ' (I love you, Mom) were surrounded by a heart!
And now, after all this time, the wallpaper is still there, just as when the mother first saw it, with an empty picture frame hanging to encase it. It serves as a reminder for the mother and everyone else: Take a little time to read the words written on the wall!
2. Christmas Story
As Christmas approaches, we present to you a touching story based on the narrative of 'Christmas Shoes.'
I hurriedly stepped into the mall shop for some last-minute Christmas gifts for my daughter. Horrified by the crowd, I feared being trapped forever, while the pending office workload loomed. Somehow, Christmas had become a burdensome weight. I couldn't understand why we needed such a troublesome holiday with so much to worry about—gifts to buy for everyone. I wished I could just roll over and sleep through Christmas like bears hibernate through winter. Trying to navigate the bustling crowd like ants, I pushed through to the toy section, wondering if my daughter even wanted such toys.
I browsed through rows of toys and picked a cute-looking doll, quickly heading to the checkout line. Suddenly, I noticed a little boy standing nearby, holding a pair of red sneakers, looking adorable. The boy hugged the sneakers tightly with a bright smile on his face. I looked at the boy, slightly surprised that this 7-year-old seemed to cherish the sneakers as if they were his favorite toy.
Meanwhile, the boy said to the cashier:
- Are you sure I don't have enough money, ma'am? I've calculated, and I have enough!
The girl's response seemed almost fed up:
- Cháu knows cháu doesn't have enough money, and yet you keep asking so much, it's too much. Stand aside, let the cashier calculate for others. Come back when you have enough.
Looking at the boy's saddened face as he stared at the sneakers, I observed for a moment and asked:
- Are you buying the sneakers for your little sister?
- No, sir, I'm buying them for my Mom. My Mom is very sick, and Dad says Mom will meet Jesus soon. My Mom has liked this pair of sneakers for a long time. I want to buy them for her, so she can wear them to meet Jesus. She will look beautiful and happy!
Upon hearing this, I realized that the boy's mother was seriously ill, and he was too young to understand the concept of separation. A deep sadness filled my soul. The boy continued:
- I told Dad to instruct Mom not to leave right away, to wait for me to return from the market. I'm still short of a few more coins to buy the sneakers. All the money I've saved isn't enough yet. Can you help me? Tomorrow, I'll work to pay you back.
Seeing the boy, small and determined, bowing his head silently, I reached into my pocket, took out some money, and handed it to him.
- Here, take it to pay and go back to Mom. The sneakers are beautiful!
The boy's face suddenly lit up, and he said:
- Yes, thank you so much! God will bless your kind heart. My Mom will be very happy wearing these sneakers to meet Jesus.
I stepped out of the store, and on the way home, I could still see the innocent face of the pitiful boy. His love for his mother was so powerful. Like an angel sent by God, the boy reminded me of the true meaning of Christmas, the season of love and giving.
Dear Lord, grant us a sensitive heart to hear and feel the pain of the little ones around us, so we may share with those less fortunate. Especially in this Christmas season, make us aware of the gifts we exchange, and when holding the gifts from loved ones, remind us of those in poverty who have never received a gift. Amidst the busy Christmas shopping, let us realize that the most precious gift we receive in this Christmas season is the gift of life. Amen!
3. Christmas Love
I'm not a follower of Christ; I have absolute faith in Buddha and his teachings. Therefore, Christmas for me is like any other ordinary day, a day prior to it that remains gray instead of sparkling in red and colorful bells. There are times Christmas becomes the two most unfamiliar words in my dictionary.
However, the annual Christmas celebration always takes place under the cold charm of winter. For a long time, people have considered it a special occasion to warm up affection and make promises, a default both reasonable and unreasonable. Almost a month before the holiday, even in the remotest corners of the streets, timeless Christmas carols echoed, the only thing that stirs up a bit of nostalgia within me.
Many Christmases passed by, leaving me feeling lonely and monotonous. While people joyfully hit the streets, exchanging glances, lips, and holding hands, I sat alone in the attic, listening to sad melodies. I didn't cry, as I never did, but my smile was never complete. I remained indifferent to the Christmas gifts and read congratulatory messages with a detestable apathy. Alone, always alone, since a distant Christmas season that I can't remember. I dislike going out to feel my loneliness, don't know what to do amidst the bustling streets, and certainly don't like being with someone I don't feel warmth for. Yes, I am lonely, so what? Everything seems to have become a habit, a habit I don't want to keep but don't know how to change if...
If you hadn't come on a day to make my heart flutter again, to turn every ordinary day into special moments, to change the gray into sparkling colors. And I was warmed throughout the winter... Every night, I still listen to music, but within the sad tunes, I sense pure, gentle melodies. Nevertheless, I still haven't had a clear concept of Christmas if it's not close to a day that is extraordinarily special for me... I want to return to the bustling streets on Christmas Eve, sitting together in a quiet corner, listening to the harmonious breaths blending with the scent of the earth and sky.
But this Christmas, you and I are miles apart... Yet, I've never felt my solitude carry so much meaning. Never has being alone felt so unlonely! I wake up with faith every morning, an absolute faith like my religious beliefs. I fall asleep with a pure yearning...
Meeting you, I know that my feeling of happiness is real. Even though you're far away in life, I still feel happiness and joy existing around me, not as a dream. No more vagueness, no more lonely and dull Christmases...
And I want to tell you: HAPPY BIRTHDAY and MERRY X-MAS TO YOU. Always be my strong support, darling!
Outside, the song Jingle Bell rings like a long, gentle, and warm chime:
... Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle all the way
Oh what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh...
4. Touching Christmas Eve Story.......!!!
As usual, every Christmas season, I receive a gift from my brother. That Christmas, I felt the most joy not just because of the gift - a car from my brother, but because I learned a fascinating lesson on that cold winter night...
It was 7 PM, almost everyone in the office had left. I was heading to the garage to pick up my car and go home for Christmas dinner.
There was a boy, dressed in tattered clothes, looking like a wandering child, circling around my car. His face lit up with excitement at the sight of the car. Then he spoke when he noticed me approaching, 'Is this your car, ma'am?' I nodded slightly, 'It's a Christmas gift from my brother.' The boy looked at me in awe as I finished speaking. 'So you mean... your brother gave you this car, and you didn't have to pay anything?' 'Oh! I wish...' The boy hesitated.
Of course, I knew the little boy wanted to express something more. He wished for an older brother like that. I attentively observed him, ready to listen to his words. However, he kept his face lowered, his feet unconsciously tracing patterns on the ground. 'I wish...', the boy continued, '...I could have an older brother like that.' I looked at him, surprised by his words. Suddenly, I proposed, 'How about we take a ride around the city in this car?' Without hesitation, the boy eagerly replied, 'I'd love that!'
After the trip, the boy asked me with hopeful, shining eyes, 'Could you drive in front of my house, please?' I chuckled and nodded. I thought I understood what he wanted. He wanted the neighbors to see him arriving home in such a big car. However, I was mistaken...'You can just stop here, and would it be a bother if I ask you to wait for me for a moment?'
Saying that, the boy swiftly ran into a deep, dark alley, seemingly deserted, as if no one could live in it. A few minutes later, I heard the boy returning through the sound of footsteps, but this time he didn't run like before; he walked very slowly. Following him was a petite girl, whom I assumed was his sister, a girl with crippled legs. The boy pushed the wheelchair his sister was sitting in, an old and worn-out one, down the three steps very carefully and stopped next to my car.
'Here she is, the one I told you about earlier. Her brother gave her a car for Christmas, and she didn't have to spend a penny on it. And one day, he will give me a gift just like that. Imagine, you can see the gifts, the scenes outside on Christmas night, and he won't have to try to describe it to me anymore!'.
Unable to hold back tears, I stepped out of the car, lifting the pitiful girl onto the seat. Her eyes looked at me with admiration and warmth.
The three of us embarked on a city-wide journey, a profoundly meaningful trip that I will never forget, especially as the frigid Christmas night snowflakes began to fall.
And on that Christmas night, I deeply understood the significance of a saying from Jesus: 'There is nothing better than making others happy.'
5. Christmas Fairy Tale
In a remote countryside, a fatherless orphan girl lived with her mother in extreme poverty. Despite the hardships, the girl, with no friends or toys, never felt sad or lonely. Near their humble home lay a forest always filled with the melody of singing birds and vibrant flowers. That winter, her mother fell ill, unable to work, keeping the girl busy knitting woolen socks to sell in the market, even though her own bare feet remained pale from the cold.
Approaching Christmas, the girl said to her mother, 'I don't know if Santa will bring me gifts this year, but I'll still put my shoes by the fireplace. Santa won't forget me, right, Mom?' Her mother gently reassured, 'Don't think about that this Christmas, my daughter. Let's just hope for enough food to get through this harsh winter.' But the girl didn't believe Santa could forget her. On the night before Christmas, she placed her shoes by the fireplace and went to sleep, dreaming of Santa. Her mother looked at the shoes, saddened at the thought of her daughter's disappointment if no gift appeared the next morning. This year, even a small Christmas present for her daughter was a worry.
The next morning, the girl woke up early and ran to where she had left her shoes. Just as she dreamt, Santa had come last night and left her a gift. It was a tiny bird nestled inside the shoe, perhaps hungry and cold. It looked at the girl with sparkling eyes, chirping happily as she gently stroked its soft feathers. The girl danced with joy, hugging the little bird close to her chest. She rushed to her mother's bedside, exclaiming, 'Look, Mom! Santa didn't forget me and brought this meaningful gift!' In the days that followed, the girl cared for the bird, keeping it warm and feeding it. The bird chirped happily, perched on her shoulder while she worked. When spring arrived, the girl released the bird into the forest, but it refused to fly far, lingering near her home. Every morning, the girl awoke to its sweet song outside her window.
The mother watched her child in boundless happiness. To avoid disappointing her, she ventured into the woods that night, hoping to find something to serve as a substitute Christmas gift for her daughter, and encountered this little bird, on the brink of death from cold and hunger.
6. The Hired Santa Kiss
TT - The incident happened over a year ago, but I remember vividly the gift a little girl gave me that winter, a cold yet heartwarming Christmas season.
In December, the Northern sky poured relentless rain accompanied by a biting cold that seemed to pierce the flesh. The cramped space of the small attic did little to ease the sadness and homesickness. This Christmas, my classmates and I planned another outing, but the money hadn't arrived yet. Perhaps this season, our hometown faced severe flooding, leaving our families with nothing to harvest.
Yesterday morning, some kids from the neighborhood shared the idea of taking on extra work for charity organizations. We gathered to find jobs. The tasks weren't too heavy, but they consumed time, as Hải and I took on the roles of two hired Santas. We set out from home at six in the evening and returned well past midnight. Some days we worked at a center for underprivileged children, other times at organizations supporting the disabled, and occasionally at orphanages.
As Christmas approached, our workload increased. Standing at the gate of the suburban elementary school one evening, it was already late, but a little girl hadn't left. She stared at me but hesitated to approach. I walked over, asking gently, 'What's wrong, dear?' The girl smiled, her eyes still filled with joy: 'Santa, is it true that only good students receive gifts? This morning, I got a low grade in math, and I'm afraid I won't get a gift.' I chuckled softly: 'Not at all, Santa gives to everyone. But if you're good, Santa will be even happier.' The girl looked surprised, glancing at me, then at Hải: 'So, did I make both Santas sad?'
She cried, hot tears falling onto my hands. It seemed that throughout the previous evening, exhausted, we had forgotten to share smiles with many children, including her. 'Hush, dear, don't cry. These two Santas aren't sad, but you need to try harder,' I comforted. The girl laughed, tears still in her eyes: 'Then go give gifts to the children. Have you two received any gifts?' Hải stepped forward: 'No, we just bring gifts and help the children fulfill their dreams. Being Santa is enough.'
The girl approached me, near Hải: 'I have a gift for you two,' then gently kissed our cheeks. Both of us were stunned but managed to smile at the girl before she left. Warmth spread on my face and throughout my body. A hint of sweetness mixed with excitement. I suddenly thought I had never wished for a gift for myself. It seemed my childhood had passed, and the tale of Santa had long faded into the past.
It turns out, wearing red and white, distributing gifts to children, doesn't make you a complete Santa. Santa truly exists when we connect with each other. Sharing the warmth of humanity isn't just hastily giving out presents but also involves innocent and meaningful kisses. Thank you, adorable girl, for giving 'hired Santas' like us an amusing memory in the Christmas season.
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