Karen's hands stopped moving for a moment.
"Christmas," she said slowly, "is a day people used to celebrate in the past."
The boy stared. "Celebrate what?"
Karen glanced toward Solomon, then toward Alex, hoping they could answer for her.
But both of them also caught off guard by the question.
Karen took a breath.
"Some people believe it is the birthday of a holy figure.
Some people just use it as a day to be kind, to gather with family, to give gifts, and to tell each other they matter."
The boy tilted his head. "Gifts?"
"Yes," Karen said. "Small things. Sometimes toys. Sometimes food. Sometimes just a letter."
The second boy leaned forward. "Why would you give your food away?"
"Because you want someone else to smile. Because you want them to feel warm inside."
The first boy stared at her confused. "But what if the food run out? Won't we all dead?"
As they're surviving one the mood, food were always rationed.
