I remember the smell of him.
Well-known on our hollow, he had no home–though our neighbors let him sleep in their barn.
We would see him walking up Gore Hill, or sitting on the bridge at the fork in the road.
My mother, without fail, would pull over and offer him a ride. He would squeeze into the back seat of our station wagon, sandwiched into the four of us. We would hold our breath and avert our eyes, lifting them only to throw desperate glances at one another.
If we ran across him when mom was not present, he always said the same thing.
“Your mamma is a good woman.”
We didn’t have much. But we were taught to share what we did have with those who had even less.
Christmas was not celebrated in our house when I was a child, but this is a gift my mother gave that I still unwrap each day.
Every year during Advent, my heart is tendered to the past. I am very aware of those absent Christmas memories, very aware of the ones we create now. But…
Though we did not exchange gifts–did not deck the halls, Christ was central in our lives every day.
For this, I am grateful.
I wait with bated breath.
And am even more determined to pass along this gift my mother gave.
This year, we are doing this.
Here are some ways we have decided to change up our Christmas this year.
We decided to collect all the change we receive while out Christmas shopping this season. And that change that just sits around the house, doing no good for anyone. Our goal is to raise $100 to purchase something from the WorldVision catalog for our sponsored children.
I got this idea from Marcus Goodyear. The boys are going through their toys and donating some gently used items to charity. This is only the beginning.
While they were going through toys, I was going through closets. Can you believe I found 23 pairs of barely worn underwear in Jeffrey’s drawer that he has outgrown? Amazing, those growth spurts. These will be donated to our local clothing bank.
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