My attempt at a short story...

The son asked, in his four year old voice, “Daddy, what do you want for Christmas?” The dad answered by saying, “An iPOD, tools, and happiness”. The dad was just answering the question, not really meaning anything particular by his answer. The son was always asking questions, so the dad just answered to appease him.
That following Sunday, the son was in Sunday School learning about the special gift that was given at Christmas. In class they talked about what God did by sending his son Jesus to earth as a gift for us. So to mark this occasion, each child made (with a little help from the teacher) a little paper heart that they were to give to someone special to them.
Time and love was spent on their proud offering. They were so excited they could make their own. One of them chattered, “Mine looks better than my sister’s.” Another one said, “Grandma is going to be so proud of me. I did this all by myself.” But the son was very meticulous in his work. He took the rest of class to get it just right.
After church, the son and his family went home and had their Sunday lunch, and then the son and his younger brother went to take their naps. Just before the son laid down, he wanted to give Dad a present; he couldn’t wait till Christmas day. So with excitement in his voice he instructed Dad, “I have a surprise for you, close your eyes.” So in the same manner that Dad answered his questions, he appeased his son’s request. “Open them!” hollered the son, and so Dad responded.
Before him in his son’s little hands, laid a small wrapped present that was the size of a jewelry box. There was paper all over and a half roll of tape was used to hold this all in place. “This is a neat present, did you do this wrap this?” asked Dad. “Yes, and I did it all my self, too” answered the son. Pretending to be excited, the Dad opened the gift.
Inside this box was a little blue paper heart. When the Dad lifted the heart out of the box, the son stated in his most cheerful voice, “I wanted to give you my heart! It will make you happy!” The Dad stood there in silence with tears welling in his eyes. Little did Dad know, but the son was listening. Not with his ears, but his heart. Dad never loved his son more than that moment.