She knows , or tries to know, that material goods do not equal love. She knows, or tries to know, that it's not about how much you get. But for a girl who always got second best when she got at all, there is something to the gifts all lined up, big and small, cheap or pricey. However it is meant, it remind her of how she has friends, family, and yes love. And her eyes fall on the photo Santa left her. She has dreams not of old lives, nor horrible pst experinces as Samantha, but rather of sports and friends and her dad flipping flap jacks and tove worried it's gonna make a mess but letting them do it anyway and... yes, good dreams, HER Dreams. She sleeps warmly