A CHRISTMAS STORY Jennifer’s Christmas got off to a late start. She didn't evenbegin thinking about what she wanted until almost Thanksgivingand by then it was a challenge to come up with more items thanlast year. Last Christmas she had thirty six boxes to open onChristmas morning, this year she was going for forty. More stuff than any of her friends. She already had everything any nine yearold could possibly want—more toys than she could ever play withand more clothes than she could ever wear.What Jennifer liked most about Christmas was seeing all theboxes stacked up under the tree with her name on them. Sheloved tearing off the wrapping paper, pulling out the tissue andmaking a small mountain of trash on the living room floor. Theactual contents of those boxes was irrelevent. Jennifer alreadyhad everything she needed but apparently not everything shecould want.After making her list, Jennifer gave it to her parents. Herparents, thinking that the items on the list would make theirdaughter happy, Went off to find them and buy them..A couple of weeks before christmas, Jennifer could sense thehouse filling up with stuff waiting to be wrapped. On Christmaseve, she hung three large stockings from the mantle and went tobed early. She had no wrapping of her own to do as the thoughtof giving a present never crossed her mind.On Christmas morning Jennifer tip-toed downstairs anddelighted in what she saw. Her stockings were bulging and therewere so many packages under the tree that the overflow had tobe stacked along the wall like fire wood. The first thing she didwas look in the stockings. They were stretched long from theweight of what they held, threatening to tear off their hooks. Shedumped out the first stocking and stared disbelieving at a pile of coal on the hearth. The next stocking held beach sand and thethird a brick. How strange Jennifer thought. A little joke from herparents perhaps.