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If Christmas is about Jesus, why was nothing under my tree about Him? My five-year-old grandson asked me that last Christmas morning. Not in those words. But that's what he asked. And I didn't have an answer. My name is Brenda Hollis. I'm 63. I was a bank teller in Joplin, Missouri, for 31 years. Now I'm a full-time grandma to four. Every Christmas, all four of them wake up at my house. Every December I say the same thing at Bible study. "Christmas is about Jesus, not presents." Then I go home and spend every dollar of my Christmas budget on presents. Last year was the worst one yet. By 7:40 on Christmas morning, my living room looked like a tornado went through a toy store. Torn red paper up to my ankles. Three trash bags of boxes and twist ties. A light-up dinosaur that roared every time somebody walked past it. A slime kit. A remote-control truck. A doll that cried real tears. And a tablet for Kaylee, because her mom said all her friends had one. Forty minutes of ripping, and it was over. Then Micah sat down in the middle of all that paper and looked up at me. "Grandma, whose birthday is it today?" "It's Jesus's birthday, honey." He looked around at the whole pile. Then he said, "So which present is about Him?" I looked. I really looked. Not one thing under that tree was about Jesus. The only Jesus in the room was the little nativity set on my mantel, and nobody had touched it. If you'd asked me to rate that morning from 1 to 10 on "about Jesus," I'd have given it a 1. And that's generous. By January 2nd, the dinosaur's batteries were dead. The slime was ground into my carpet. The truck was missing a wheel. And the tablet had already started two fights and one slammed door. I was the grandma who gives stuff. Not the grandma who gives faith. It's not like I never tried. Two years ago I bought a big Bible storybook from the church book table. Close to 300 pages. Nobody got past Noah. It's still on my shelf. I bought an advent calendar with a verse behind every door. The kids ate the chocolate and tossed the verses. I bought a pretty leather devotional for my oldest. My son told me later it never left the gift bag. I even tucked a card with John 3:16 into every stocking. I found two of them in the trash with the wrapping paper. In February, I was at my friend Ruth's kitchen table after Bible study. Ruth is 71, has six grandkids, and does not sugarcoat anything. I told her what Micah said. I teared up telling it. She didn't say a word. She went to her den and came back with a stack of bright, square picture books. With Jesus I Am Brave. With Jesus I Forgive. With Jesus I Sleep. She said, "Brenda, quit buying them stuff for Christmas and start buying them Jesus they can hold." Then she said, "My granddaughter won't go to bed until we read one." I'll be honest. I rolled my eyes a little. Kids' books? At Christmas? Next to a remote-control truck? I figured they'd rip right past the books to get to the toys. And 22 books felt like a lot of books for a woman who couldn't get anybody past Noah. But I flipped through one right there at Ruth's table. Each one is short. One sitting. A child in a real struggle, scared or jealous or ready to quit, and Jesus right there with them. Every book ends with a Bible verse and a little talk for the grown-up to have with the child. No 300 pages. No lecture. Just a story a five-year-old will actually sit still for. I went home and ordered the Ultimate With Jesus Series Bundle that night. All 22 books, Series 1 and 2. It was $97. The listed price was $329. It shipped the next business day, and shipping was free. I put them in a basket by my reading chair for sleepovers. The first night, Micah picked With Jesus I Am Brave because there was a boy on the cover. He made me read it twice. The second night, he brought me I Sleep before I even asked. By the fifth sleepover, Kaylee, who is eight, was reading I Forgive out loud to her little sister. Nobody asked for the tablet that whole weekend. By spring, they each had a favorite, and they argue over who gets to pick. Micah can say the verse at the end of I Am Brave by heart. On my 1 to 10 scale, my house went from a 1 to an 8. And it's still climbing. In August, my daughter-in-law called me. She said, "Brenda, what are you reading them over there? Micah prayed for his friend at dinner last night. Nobody told him to." I sat in the grocery store parking lot and cried. So here's what I decided. This Christmas, the biggest gift under my tree is the whole With Jesus series. All 22 books, stacked together with one big red bow, right in front. The toys can go behind it. And the day after Christmas, we start. One book a night. 22 nights. Santa gets one night. Jesus gets 22. If you're the one who says "Christmas is about Jesus" every December, look under your tree this year. Is anything there about Him? The set is the Ultimate With Jesus Series Bundle by best-selling author G.L. Charles. 22 picture books for ages 3 to 8. It's $97 for all 22, marked down from $329. That's 71% off. Over 75,000 copies sold. Free shipping, it ships in 1 business day, and it comes with a 30-day money-back guarantee. One-time purchase. No subscription. Don't let another Christmas morning end with three trash bags and nothing about Jesus. 👉 Tap below to get yours and put Jesus under the tree this year. P.S. I told this whole story to my sister Darlene in Wichita. She has three grandkids and a lot of plastic under her tree. She ordered the 22-book set that same week. After their first sleepover she called me and said, "The four-year-old fell asleep holding I Am Patient. The tablet sat on the charger all night." Then she said, "Why didn't anybody tell us about these five Christmases ago?" Dramatization based on customer experiences. Individual results vary.