The Essence of Christmas
Christmas is just around the corner. And every year the essence of christmas has been commercialized all the more. What is indeed the true meaning of christmas? Hope this story would touch you as it had touch mine. I got this from a friend. =)
It was the night before Christmas, I
hurried to go to the supermarket to
buy the remaining gifts I didn't
manage to buy earlier. When I saw all
the people there, I started to
complain to myself: 'It is going to
take forever here and I still have so
many other places to go...'
'Chris tmas really is getting more and
more annoying every year. How I wish I
could just lie down, go to sleep and
only wake up after it...'
Noneth eless, I made my way to the toy
section, and there I started to curse
the prices, wondering if the kids
really play with such expensive toys.
While looking in the toy section, I
noticed a small boy of about 5 years
old, pressing a doll against his
chest. He kept on touching the hair of
the doll and looked so sad. I wondered
who this doll was for. Then the little
boy turned to the old woman next to
him: 'Granny, are you sure I don't
have enough money?'
The old lady replied: 'You know that
you don't have enough money to buy
this doll, my dear.'
Then she asked him to stay here for 5
minutes while she went to look around.
She left quickly.The little boy was
still holding the doll in his hand.
Finally, I started to walk toward him
and I asked him who he wanted to give
this doll to.
'It is the doll that my sister loved
most and wanted so much for this
Christmas. She was so sure that Santa
Claus would bring it to her.'
I replied to him that maybe Santa
Claus will bring it to her, after all,
and not to worry. But he replied to me
sadly. 'No, Santa Claus can not bring
it to her where she is now. I have to
give the doll to my mother so that she
can give it to her when she goes
there.'
<>His eyes were so sad while saying
this. 'My sister has gone to be with
God. Daddy says that Mommy will also
go to see God very soon, so I thought
that she could bring the doll with her
to give it to my sister'
My heart nearly stopped. The little
boy looked up at me and said: 'I told
daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I
asked him to wait until I come back
from the supermarket'
Then he showed me a very nice photo of
him where he was laughing. He then
told me: 'I also want mommy to take
this photo with her so that she will
not forget me.' I love my mommy and I
wish she doesn't have to leave me but
daddy says that she has to go to be
with my sister. Then he looked again
at the doll with sad eyes, very
quietly.
I quickly reached for my wallet and
took a few notes and said to the
boy. 'What if we checked again, just
in case you have enough money?' 'Ok'
he said. 'I hope that I have enough.'I
added some of my money to his without
him seeing and we started to count it.
There was enough for the doll, and
even some spare money.
The little boy said: Thank you God for
giving me enough money' Then he looked
at me and added: 'I asked yesterday
before I slept for God to make sure I
have enough money to buy this doll so
that mommy can give it to my sister.
He heard me' 'I also wanted to have
enough money to buy a white rose for
my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God
for too much. But He gave me enough to
buy the doll and the white rose.' 'You
know, my mommy loves white roses'
A few minutes later, the old lady came
again and I left. I finished my
shopping in a totally different state
from when I started. I couldn't get
the little boy out of my mind.
Then I remembered a local newspaper
article 2 days ago, which mentioned a
drunk man in a truck who hit a car
where there was one young lady and a
little girl. The little girl died
right away, and the mother was left in
a critical state. The family had to
decide whether to pull the plug on the
life-assistin g machine, because the
young lady would not be able to come
out of the coma.
Was this the family of the little boy?
Two days after this encounter with the
little boy, I read in the newspaper
that the young lady had passed away.
I couldn't stop myself and went to buy
a bunch of white roses and I went to
the mortuary where the body of the
young woman was for people to see and
make a last wish before burial.
She was there, in her coffin, holding
a beautiful white rose in her hand
with the photo of the little boy and
the doll placed over her chest.
I left the place crying, feeling that
my life had been changed forever.
The love that this little boy had for
his mother and his sister is still, to
this day, hard to imagine.
And in a fraction of a second, a
drunken driver had taken all this away
from him.
FRIENDS ARE LIKE ANGELS, WHO HELP US
FLY WHEN OUR WINGS HAVE FORGOTTEN HOW
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