After shopping we walked back to the parking lot.A car was  (1)  next to mine.The  (2)  was small and the traffic was  (3)  ，so it was   (4)  for me to pull out.The kids were just  (5)  excitedly in the back seat.

As I pulled out I heard a loud crunch.When I got out doing a   (6)  ，I saw the damage my car had caused.

A woman got out of the car to survey the  (7)  .

“Iˈm so sorry！I thought the car...The kids...”I said.

She  (8)  ，“Merry Christmas.”

My  (9)  look made her laugh.“I said，Merry Christmas.Donˈt worry about the car.Iˈm fine and  (10)  are you.”

Overcome with relief，I hugged the woman.The woman hugged back.  (11)   Iˈd never know her name，I would  (12)  remember her smile.

Days passed.One afternoon，Frankie seemed  (13)  when he came home from school.

“Whatˈs  (14)  ？” I asked.

“Mommy，some kids at school said Santa wasnˈt real.They said that  (15)  put the gifts under the tree.Is that true？”

“When children are very little，itˈs hard for them to understand the Christmas Spirit，so we say that Santa is responsible for Christmas.Parents  (16)  their children to understand the Christmas Spirit.”

“Whatˈs the Christmas Spirit？” Frankie asked.

“The Christmas Spirit is  (17)  Do you remember the lady at the parking lot？”

Frankie smiled，“She was so nice！I see.When people ask if I  (18)   Santa，I say yes.I believe that there is the Christmas Spirit that   (19)  each house at Christmas.I want to keep the Christmas Spirit in my  (20)  all year long.Just like the lady at the parking lot.”