A quote: “Christmas, my child, is love in action. Every time we love, every time we give, it’s Christmas.” ~~ Dale Evans
I’ll start with a story …
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Listen now, child, as I pass you the story that was passed to me.
Early in the Before Times, people passed across the land in wooden wagons pulled by oxen. They had packed up everything they wanted but learned way out on the crossing, everything was too much. So other people coming along the same way might see a piano along the road, or a big dining table.
It was something remembered by your great, great gran when the Troubles came and leaving The City was a life matter. She knew exactly what to bring. The family’s Good Book, family photos she sewed into her coat lining and this. One very small Christmas ornament.
Hold your hands out … careful now … yes, it is very light. That’s why, even so fragile, she was able to save it. Even packaged tightly in a small wood box, it weighed nothing. Certainly not a like a piano! Now it is ours. To be put on the tree, for the remembering of the Before Times and our Christmas blessings, and of the child and his family who had to flee on a moment’s notice, too.
Someday, you’ll pass this story to your own children. Never forget.
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Now, it’s your turn.
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Cameron says: It was a cheap plastic ornament on a pile of others like it. I couldn’t even tell you why I put it in my cart. Back then, my focus was on my immediate survival. I dropped out of college to care for dad, the two jobs I worked to help care for him left little for myself and my apartment was a studio in a war zone.
But I heard a voice in my head when I touched it. It will get better. So I bought it and placed it on my pathetic tree. Christmas ended and it joined the other ornaments in a storage box, forgotten until the next December.
Four years later, I was in a nicer neighborhood. I’d finished my degree, landed a job that paid more than the two dead-end ones that I had, dad’s health rebounded and food wasn’t a luxury item. I brought out the box from my storage unit and that Santa was the first thing that I saw. I picked it up and heard that voice again. And did things get better for you?
I smiled. “Yes, they did. Thanks for the reminder even if I wasn’t interested in listening to you.”
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