The Gift of Happiness

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Author's Note
The gift of the Spirit is a hard gift to attain. But, if you didn’t have it, and you wanted it, how far would you go to get it? Once you do, how far are you willing to push it? The Gift of Spirit is not something you just feel for some people may never like Christmas. But you desire with an insatiable thirst with just a bit of lust in your way of achieving your goal.

However, the Spirit can be given to you. By someone who truly knows the feeling of light and righteousness. On one condition, the Gift will try to tempt you, into getting more of it until you are willing to betray your giver and trade your soul to what seems like the light.

The Gift
I never liked Christmas, I don’t know why. I always see people put up lights on their Minecraft houses with the ground in layers of snow. A White Christmas, here in the Minecraft world that we all share on Hypixel and Mineplex. We would go to houses and trade ugly Christmas sweaters and wool.

I never liked Christmas, I don’t know why. I see children dancing next to trees and building snow forts with the brightest of smiles on their faces. I never got to enjoy that. Not that I was not allowed to, but I didn’t want to. My parents, always encouraging me to join the fun, but it never happens. Just about never happens. I watch snowballs being thrown and my friends on Mineplex with Christmas edition mini-games. Christmas never lighted a fire in my heart. I never got to taste the true Christmas spirit. I bet it tastes wonderful like dipping cookies in milk and savoring a bite of sweetness. That never came true for me.

I never liked Christmas, I don’t know why. I want to feel the Spirit and I have a strong desire for it but I never get to even have a spark of joy. You can say that I’m a bit emotionally constipated when it comes to Christmas. I’m the Scrooge or even the Grinch of my family. I can’t seem to find the fun when it’s time to celebrate nor when it is even a major achievement that can change Minecraft that I should feel elated about.

I don’t know why but I never liked Christmas…….

I don’t know why but it doesn’t bring me joy….

Yet I want to feel the joy….

The night before Christmas Eve, I got a knock on the door. I saw a character. He was in a White skin and Dark Eyes. His appearance freaked me out for a sec.

His character stepped toward me.

With that, he gave me a gift. Which was wrapped with Silver and gold along with a note.

Inside the box was a Christmas tree.

I took it out and placed it at the center of my home.

I took out the note with the tree……….

This is for you,

I’ve been watching you for a few years, but Christmas has never brought you joy. You never found the true meaning.

The true Meaning of Christmas….

You need to find your spirit. For no one is able to change you.

You are poor in Spirit…….

Who am I?

I am the Giver. I am the Giver, and I am here to restore your Spirit in the Holidays. I know that this sounds cheesy but you never smile.

You never laugh…….

The reason I gave you this tree was for you to put on the Star……

Look into the star….

I’m here to restore your broken spirit.

But just how far are you willing to push happiness?

~The Giver

What BS, this guy expects to change me. I doubted his ability.

I went out of the house to see my parents. They were murdered, and ever since, I never loved the Holidays.

However, this Gift was worth a shot. I put on the star at the tippy-top of the tree. I stared, and the star seemed to hypnotize me. But it did nothing. I went to sleep on my little bed in the Minecraft world.

I felt cold air. I might be lucid dreaming. I saw my parents and me, myself in my PJs next to the warm fire. I loved my parents.

My dad who was probably the smartest guy in the world had my mother. I hugged my dad one last time. That was the last time I saw my parents. I was then put on a street at night. They seemed to be coming back from errands. It was snowing...a White Holiday. However, I saw 2 characters. They were both dressed in black skins, almost like Ninjas. With 2 bullets, my mother and father collapsed to the ground. I was just standing there. But I don’t think the Ninjas saw me since I seemed to be seeing my past self. Young and naive.

I dropped to my knees, and felt hot tears of anger. I punched the snow in the ground……….

This must be why I never liked Christmas….

I saw myself again. With my dad and mom throwing snowballs at each other and laughing. These are the things that could’ve been…

These are the things that should’ve happened…….

Tears started flowing down my cheeks and I had a red hot flaming blush on my face…………………

I hated Christmas…

On that day, everything I ever had been taken from me…

However……...

I felt a spark of happiness?

Happiness, something I haven’t felt in a long time. Happiness is what I was missing.

I woke up at Midnight and went outside.

The second I touched the snow, I felt a warm spark. I started building?

I built all night and finally, it was day. I went back inside. I took a cup of coffee, and had a sip. The ground was snow covered still. Children came out to play, but marveled at my building.

I almost seemed like an ice castle.

I started to build more on the lawns of other houses with Children and they loved it. I was happy, and that was all I wanted. I wanted to go and thank the Giver for restoring my spirit. However, the words of his final line stuck with me: But just how far are you willing to push happiness?

However, something just hit me…

I need to go to the Star again. I sat there and let the Star control my brain and its neurons. The next day, I was playing with the children and having fun with their parents. I loved it so much, I just had to have more.

The more I stared at the star, the happier I get. I never knew that there was actually a formula to add happiness.

Before Lunch started, a child came up to me and said

“Have you heard of Deadwood?”

“No, what is it?” I asked.

“Its that place in the woods, where the bad people go. It’s that clearing in the forest.” she replied.

I was a tad shook. A place where the bad people go? I went off without a reply.

I went to the Star and stared at it for an unusually long time. I ate lunch, suddenly, I felt sadness once again.But this sadness is different, it had a mix of guilt and crime.

Deadwood…….

The next few hours, I met with the Girl…

“What happened with Deadwood?” I asked.

The girl seemed reluctant to reply, but she answered..

“Deadwood is a cursed clearing.Its for people who take advantage of happiness and never realize the truth about this world where happiness is rare. People will be given an item and they must keep it at their house. They will let the item mess with them which gets them ‘high’ on happiness. However, the person giving you the gift wants you to realize that happiness is something that not everyone has, you seem really happy, a little too happy today. You feeling alright?”

Soon, I realized, I am taking advantage of my gift. I’m too happy……

“Yes I’m fine” I replied.

The next day, was Christmas Day.

I stared at the Star this time, but it didn’t hypnotize me, it had no effect.

I went outside and crashed into my mailbox. A note flew out:

I gave you the Spirit

But you took advantage of it

As that happened, the Giver stood there………

“Follow me” he said. When I shook my head No, he dragged me by the arm. I tried to leave the world, but it won’t let me!

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to overuse happiness! I never felt it in my entire lifetime here in this Minecraft world and these Children are wonderful, what more can you take from me bastard?!”

I wish I hadn’t said that….

He dragged to the forest and kept walking.

“Where are you taking me?!” I asked.

“It’s a surprise!”

“Why are you doing this to me?” I yelled

“ Happiness, you took advantage of it and took it for granted. I wanted you to just realize that the world has a spark of warmth, but now, you have taken that for granted. You decided that it’s something that everyone gets.” The Giver answered.

“Where are you taking me?!” I screamed…

“The place where all the bad people go..” the Giver said as he covered me and I passed out.

After a few minutes, my mouth stung. I saw that the Giver has carved a pixelated smile on my face…..a permanent smile….a smile that will always be on my face.

“You will never feel sadness again” Were the last words he said before he disappeared into the woods.