5 years old: I remember Christmas filled with bright lights and the excitement of opening presents. Santa Claus was real, and joy was in every surprise. A toy fire truck was one of my favorite gifts.
7 years old: I was starting to understand more about Christmas. That year, I received a giant construction set that I spent hours playing with, creating imaginary worlds. Dinner was delicious, especially the mashed potatoes.
11 years old: The magic of Santa began to fade, but Christmas was still special. I received a new bike, and I enjoyed family gatherings, although sometimes I didn't understand the adults' conversations.
15 years old: I no longer believed in Santa, but I valued being with my family. That year, I received a mobile phone that connected me more with my friends. Dinner became a time to share memories and future plans.
