A few years ago a woman was driving past me, her purse was on the roof of her car. I pounded on my horn and she looked at me like I was a fool. When she stoped I walked up the the car and her window was closed and I grabbed her purse of the top off the car and showed her what she was missing! Life is good!
one year as a kid we were so poor all us kids got for x-mas was one pair of pants each for x-mas ...and Dad cut the pockets of of them before we got them.....
One year I and my family were so poor we were all stuffed into a motel room, living on my parent's unemployment and various odd-jobs my father could obtain at the time (I think this was around 1979 or so, if that puts the economy in perspective for you).
We had a small tree, maybe a foot tall. My mother managed to scrape up enough pennies to buy my brother and I a few cheap toys, such as some cheap cast-aluminum toy cars for me, and some cheap fishing tackle for my brother.
At the last minute, I think it was Christmas Eve, a large package was delivered. I held a bunch of communal gifts my aunts and uncles and grandparents had managed to scrape together and send us, including a catnip mouse for our kitten.
I remember that Christmas as one of the best Christmases in my life. Not because of the quality of the gifts under the tree, but because of the quality of love in our hearts. We were poor, sure. But we were alive, healthy, and together.
What else is required to enjoy life? I may never be rich in pocket, but I will forever be rich in spirit because of what I learned about the spirit of Christmas that year.
Lostrebel: one year as a kid we were so poor all us kids got for x-mas was one pair of pants each for x-mas ...and Dad cut the pockets of of them before we got them.....
One year my father let my mother take the christmas tree down and we had nothing in the morning. Just another day of my life with a family of disfunction. God bless a family of faith. Faith is better than nothing.
NAKEDMUDPEOPLE: One year my father let my mother take the christmas tree down and we had nothing in the morning. Just another day of my life with a family of disfunction. God bless a family of faith. Faith is better than nothing.
you not even a little bit wondering why Dad cut out the pockets...
Lostrebel: one year as a kid we were so poor all us kids got for x-mas was one pair of pants each for x-mas ...and Dad cut the pockets of of them before we got them.....
Please forgive my ignorance and tell all us your story.
Galactic_bodhi: Let's concentrate on making this year a good story, and not get into an ego-battle as to who has had the worst holiday, and why. Thanks.
My stories may be small but they do effect someONE.
I remember the Christmases when me, my brother and sister were all young. I slept in the top bunk above my sister, and my brother slept in the room across from us. All night long I would whisper to my brother..."Come on Darrell, ain't it time yet?" I would keep them up all night talking, wanting someone to go with me into the living room and see if Santa had come yet. I didn't want to go by myself because I knew my mom and dad would kick my butt. Finally after whispering back and forth all night, they told me to shut up and go to sleep. I never did. I just laid there awake all night. At about 5:00 in the morning I could get them up and to go with me. We would go in and check out our presents. Things were so different back then compared to today. I got things like bedroom shoes and a doll, and was happy to get it. But, the best part of it all was all three of us kids looking out the window at the Star of Bethlehem. Well, we thought it was anyway. By noon that day, we were all ill and tired and probably passed out somewhere.
I have mail. It was in my box, and it was dark. I grabbed the mail and went into the house. After ripping into my cards, I realized one was not to me. I felt guilty, (thanks MOM) Now, I needed to find out who was the sender. I made a call to information and SHE gave me three numbers. I called three and the last one said who? I was on a mission. The third was a woman after my own heart. She of course answered my call. I gave her my information and she stated she will work on tomorrow. Tomorrow is not good enough. I got a call thirty minutes later from Grandpa and his grandchildren will get the gifts he sent to a stranger.
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