It was my grandmother's first Christmas without Grandfather. We took out the Christmas tree that was stored in the closet. But the star was missing. When my grandmother and grandfather were on their first Christmas together, my grandfather had given it to her. But on her first Christmas without him, the star was gone. My grandmother was very sad. The next morning, my family sat down together to open the presents. "The last gift is to Grandmother from Grandfather," my father said，"I found this gift in father's closet." My grandmother opened the box. There was a shining golden star and a note in it: Don't be angry with me. I broke the star, and I couldn't bear to tell you. I hope it brings you as much happiness as the first one. Merry Christmas!