Home for the Holidays, by Thomas Kincaid

Friday, December 19, 2008

Show and Tell Friday

Once again, Kelli from There Is No Place Like Home, is hosting Show & Tell Friday. This time I am doing things a little differently. With Christmas only days away, I'd like to share a Christmas story...


Even though it was early September, the air was crisp and the children were already whispering about Christmas plans and Santa Clause. It made the already long months until Christmas seem even loner. With each passing day the children became more anxious, waiting for the final school bell. Upon its ringing, everyone would run for coats, gloves, and the classroom door, racing to see who would be the first one home; everyone except David.

David was a small boy with messy brown hair and tattered clothes. I had often wondered what kind of home life David had and often asked myself what kind of mother could send her son to school dressed so inappropriately for the cold winter months without coat, boots, or gloves. But something made David special. It wasn't his intelligence or manners for they were as lacking as his winter clothes, but I can never recall looking at David and not seeing a smile. He was always willing to help and not a day passed that David didn't stay after school to straighten chairs and clean erasers. We never talked much, he would just simply smile and ask what else he could do, then thank me for letting him stay and slowly head home.

Weeks passed and the excitement over the coming Christmas grew into restlessness until the last day of school before the holiday break. I can't recall a more anxious group of children as the final bell rang and they scattered out the door. I smiled in relief as the last of them hurried out. Turning around I saw David quietly standing by my desk.

"Aren't you anxious to get home David?" I asked.

"No," he quietly replied.

Ready to go home myself, I said, "Well, I think the chairs and erasers will wait, why don't you hurry home."

"I have something for you," he said and pulled from behind his back a small box wrapped in old brown paper and tied with string. Handing it to me he said anxiously, "Open it!"

I took the box from him, thanked him slowly unwrapped it. I lifted the lid and to my surprise saw nothing. I looked at David' smiling face and back into the empty box and said,"The box is nice but David, it's empty."

"Oh no it isn't", said David, "it's full of love. My mom told me before she died that love was something you couldn't see or touch unless you know it's there..can you see it?"

Tears filled my eyes as I looked at the proud dirty face I had rarely given attention to.

"Yes, David, I can see it." I replied, "Thank you."

David and I became good friends after that Christmas and I an say that with the passing years, I never again let the uncombed hair or dirty faces bother me, and I never forgot the meaning behind that little empty box that sat on my desk.

~ Unknown

Let our hearts be turned toward others, this season, with love and kindness.
Love always and Merry Christmas,

1 comment:

vikki said...

hope you are feeling better, your recipes are always so great to see. was going thru some of the blogs & remembered your blog about your friend melissa. i know it is hard around the holidays with a loved one no longer with us... your thoughts & prayers are with me. this is our first Christmas without my dad. but am comforted that this year him & mom did the anniversary waltz together agin... did you ever try the salsa recipe? have a very merrie Christmas & may Gods' comfort & peace be with you always... hugs & blessings, vikki ♥