My head is filled with memories of Christmas past. As a child we were poor and didn’t have a lot. My mom was paraplegic; she couldn’t get out and work – my dad, well he was in and out alcohol got the best of him.
I am the oldest of 4, so I tried to help the best I could but how much can a child help?
I realize how blessed I am to have had such a rich life. We may have been poor, but my mom’s love was unconditional. She lived for her children, and I never had a doubt in my mind that she loved me with all her heart.
One Christmas Eve I heard a loud knock at the door. When I opened the door there sat stacks of Christmas gifts beautifully wrapped. Nobody in sight – just those beautiful presents (I was around 8) There must be a Santa Claus!
When I was older, I found out it was my Aunts who had provided us with this splendid gift. My mom had no idea it was them for many years.
I learned to never underestimate the lives you can make bright with just a simple gesture of kindness. No matter how big or small…