The Christmas Gesture

Do you believe in miracles, I do, I believe with a little faith anything is possible christmas was approaching and the children had lost their christmas cheer as their held very few memories about their time spent with their dad on Christmas day.

Most of their found memories of Christmas were about the extending family as Stephan had never been one for celebrating Christmas, he believed Christmas was a commercialized idea to get people to spend money there didn’t have.

His ideal Christmas was being curled up on a sofa with a bottle of Hennessey and a bag of grounded green leafy substances fast asleep for him Christmas was not about family nor was it about the time spent with love ones and friends or about the smile you shared with others when receiving a gift. You can say, he was a bit of a ‘Humbug’, the year was coming to an end and the Festive season air was drawing close.

The children were finally on their Christmas break and neither seemed thrilled, as each hadn’t given a thought to their Santa’s list. No one seemed prepared Patrice still devastated by what had occurred buried herself in self-pity and had forgotten all about Christmas. The house felt cold windows were bare and signs of christmas had disappeared there won’t any christmas lights in sight or a christmas tree to be found.

The joy of Christmas had been destroyed someone had stolen from the heart of them all in every corner there was a gloom and sorrow were painted on the walls. A few days before Christmas Patrice had receive an invitation to join her sister and her family in New York city for the festive season but she had written back declining the goodwill gesture.

Dear Susan,

Thank you for the kind gesture but I am not at all in a festive mood. The children have lost their Christmas spark and currently we are not financially able to travel abroad this year as I am out of work and emotionally broken. Here is wishing you all the best at Christmas and hoping all your dreams came through.

Sincerely,

Your Loving Sister Patrice.

The Night before Christmas the wind blew violently as the snow fell upon the ground like dew drops on a rainy day. The girls had gone to their beds and not a noise could be heard, as Patrice was about to switch off her bedroom lights she heard the creaking of the floorboards as tiny little feet approached her bedroom door. In the corner of the room a voice had requested to creep into her bed as each were restless and sadden.

The younger of the two timid and shy as she was prompted by no-one had asked, ‘What does Christmas mean to you, ‘Mummy’, surprised by such a question Patrice replied, when I was a little girl Christmas to me was about spending time with your extended family both far and near. It is about caring and giving, sharing and loving and laughter that could be heard everywhere. Christmas was my favourite time of the year as I hid under the sheets waiting to hear Santa’s big feet, so I could get a good peep of that special gift he left under the Christmas tree that year.

In hearing those words, the children arose and quickly hustled down the stairs it was as though their soul had been awoken by the Spirit of Christmas Cheer in their excitement their gathered the ornaments and began to prepare for Christmas that very night. The following morning there was a knock at the door and a gentleman was holding a medium size red and white box inscribed Christmas, ‘Lunch on Jesus’ and down at his side there was a large red sack tied with white, green and gold string.

The card read ‘Merry Christmas Jesus hasn’t forgotten you’. In great dismay she had asked the gentleman if he was sure he had come to the right door. He then replied by asking if her door number was ‘25A’, she humbly replied ‘yes, it is’, then this parcel is for you.

In astonishment she kept on saying, ‘are you sure it’s for me’, she took the parcel and the box and proceeded to her kitchen counter. Gazing at the kind gesture a stranger had given to her on that Christmas morning she became overwhelmed with tears of joy.

Proverbs 22:11

He who loves purity of heart, and whose speech is gracious, will have the king as his friend.

Philippians 2:4

Let each of you look not only to his own interests, but also to the interests of others.

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