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I still remember my first Christmas party with Grandma. I was just a kid. On Christmas Eve, Grandma gave me ten dollars to buy something for someone. For a moment I just stood still, 41 , wondering what to buy, and 42 on earth to buy it for. I thought of everybody I knew: my family, my friends, my neighbors, the kids at school. I was 43 about to think the person out, when I suddenly thought of Bob. He was a kid with bad 44 and dirty hair, and he 45 right behind me in class. Bob didn’t have a 46 . I knew that because he never 47 to play with us in winter. His mother always 48 a note, telling the teacher that he had a(n) 49 , but all we knew that Bob didn’t have a cough. I 50 the ten-dollar bill with growing excitement. I went to the nearest store and found a red jacket. It looks real 51 . “Is this a Christmas present for someone?” the lady behind the 52 asked me kindly, as I laid my ten dollars down. That evening, Grandma helped me 53 the coat in Christmas paper and ribbons, “To Bob, from Santa Claus” on it. Then she 54 me to Bob’s house. Grandma 55 down the street from Bob’s house, and she and I moved 56 and hid in the bushes by his front door. Then Grandma gave me a push. “All right, Santa Claus,” she 57 , “get going.” I took a deep breath, 58 for his front door, threw the present down on his step, pressed the doorbell and 59 . Together we waited breathlessly in the darkness for the front door to open. 60 it did, and there stood Bob.