Dad was unsuccessfully looking for work
to feed his family of six…dad, mom, and four children. My sister and little brother and myself were focused on the Christmas season, not understanding that money was tight. My sister and I wanted baby dolls and little Kevin loved anything noisy. Our older brother, Bob, asked all of us what we wanted, but he never told us what he wanted.
Mom tried to bring our focus to the real meaning of Christmas and giving was better than receiving. It wasn’t working on our ‘wants’ for the season…but then there was Bob.
Bob had a paper route and managed to save his money, hiding it under the rug in the house. He’d made a choice about using his money that was revealed on Christmas Day.
In the early morning hours, we rushed out of our rooms to open gifts under the Christmas tree…. one baby doll, one very large bride doll and other toys for each child. As we sat in piles of torn wrapping paper, our mom revealed who the real giver was that Christmas.
Bob used his paper route money to buy gifts for everyone. He’d made lists of our ‘wants’ and our Christmas happened in spite of the family’s financial condition.
Those words my mom spoke that morning stayed with me all these years. My brother had given out of his hard earned money to our family. Mom brought it to our young minds as a ‘giving lesson’ , painting a picture in me that has lasted.
Thank you again, Bob. It didn’t go unnoticed.
Oh! PS The bride doll didn’t last, but the memories have!
What memories of this Christmas will your children have?