The Happiness of a Box

Once upon a time there was a box. A really sad box. The box lived in the street. Christmas just reminded to the box how miserable it was. So it hated Christmas. It didn’t have a heart, so it couldn’t feel the happiness of Christmas.

Every Christmas Eve the box watched people having fun and laughing and singing and it just couldn’t understand. “Why can’t I be happy too?” 

This year it was snowing. The box was really cold but there was nothing it could do. On December 1st, all of sudden, a woman who seemed poor came and took the box to her home. The box was feeling really weird. Did the woman want to help the box? Did the woman like the box?

That next minute, the woman put a teddy bear in the box, and she closed it. Then she covered it with something (the box couldn’t know what). “Does she care about me? Is she trying to warm me?” This was the first time the box ever felt like that. That was definitely the best day of its life. 

But then everything changed. The box never felt the woman’s hands again, because the next day she locked it somewhere. The box couldn’t know where because it was still covered with something but it was somewhere dark. And there was a really bad smell of stale air.

It stayed there for a month, but on 25th December (Christmas) it felt a light and it realized that a door was opened. Then it felt a woman’s hands again. It was mad at her, but it couldn’t not be happy. And then, the miracle happened. It listened to a kid laughing and the cover disappeared. All it could see now was a kid’s face laughing. The kid took the teddy bear from the box. Watching the happiness on the kid’s face was making the box happy because it knew that the box was the reason that the kid was happy. That was the first time the box felt that way. 

And now it knew: “You can only feel the happiness in your life, if you know how to make other people happy.”