This season there are many that feel the economic pinch so I thought I would share a Christmas story.
Our Home
A young single mom stood and smiled as she watched her children sleep. Gently she snugged the blankets around them and quietly walked to the kitchen.
She sat down, picked up her pen and tried again to fit the wish list of gifts into the budget. She sighed leaned back and looked around.
She thought about the past couple of years and the moves that had been made, but this Christmas they were in the home she hd bought.
She remembered the wonder and excitement on move in day.
The running and laughter as they explored the little old house, the oldest looking seriously at her and asking. Mom is this " Our House", and the smile that lit his face when the answer was yes.
That smile was worth the tight budgets , the creative solutions to expenses unforeseen, and that thought, brought her back to the reality of this budget.
There was little left over for Christmas, she knew there would be gifts from family and hopefully those gifts would fill some of the wishes on the wish list.
Then there was the matter of the tree. It was an old artificial one, a little battered and wobbly, with 2 sets of lights, sad looking in its nakedness. We have no decorations she thought andno money for them. She was tired, but knew, in the the boxes that had belonged to her mom would be something, something she could use.
Quietly she closed their bedroom door. She brought upstairs a couple of boxes marked sewing, as she opened them, memories brought tears, her mother had loved Christmas, the gifts and the noise and laughter of her children and grandchildren.
She wiped the tears and as she unpacked a box, there were dozens of empty spools, could string them on a ribbon for a garland she thought. As she unpacked the box and 'raw materials' appeared, a plan formed, we can make our decorations, together.
Laying out the materials for the next evening, she hoped that someday they would remember what fun they had, not the lack of money.
A young single mom stood and smiled as she watched her children sleep. Gently she snugged the blankets around them and quietly walked to the kitchen.
She sat down, picked up her pen and tried again to fit the wish list of gifts into the budget. She sighed leaned back and looked around.
She thought about the past couple of years and the moves that had been made, but this Christmas they were in the home she hd bought.
She remembered the wonder and excitement on move in day.
The running and laughter as they explored the little old house, the oldest looking seriously at her and asking. Mom is this " Our House", and the smile that lit his face when the answer was yes.
That smile was worth the tight budgets , the creative solutions to expenses unforeseen, and that thought, brought her back to the reality of this budget.
There was little left over for Christmas, she knew there would be gifts from family and hopefully those gifts would fill some of the wishes on the wish list.
Then there was the matter of the tree. It was an old artificial one, a little battered and wobbly, with 2 sets of lights, sad looking in its nakedness. We have no decorations she thought andno money for them. She was tired, but knew, in the the boxes that had belonged to her mom would be something, something she could use.
Quietly she closed their bedroom door. She brought upstairs a couple of boxes marked sewing, as she opened them, memories brought tears, her mother had loved Christmas, the gifts and the noise and laughter of her children and grandchildren.
She wiped the tears and as she unpacked a box, there were dozens of empty spools, could string them on a ribbon for a garland she thought. As she unpacked the box and 'raw materials' appeared, a plan formed, we can make our decorations, together.
Laying out the materials for the next evening, she hoped that someday they would remember what fun they had, not the lack of money.
For many years those decorations still emerged at Christmas and the story was retold how we made them together and how we made our Christmas, not with money, but with love and laughter.
MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE
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