Thank you all for the kind thoughts and prayers for our little friend, R. He is in a hospital in NYC right now, awaiting his transplant. From what I understand, his father will be donating part of his own liver. As hard as I know this is for his family and friends, I thank God that we live in a place where he is able to receive the medical attention that he needs to survive. So many people in other parts of the world are not as fortunate.
Yesterday was a big day for church bazaars in our little community. The Catholic, Baptist, and Federated churches all had festivities,as did the Masonic Lodge. For a small New England town, we have a lot of churches! Bug and Boo had loads of fun eating goodies, painting ornaments, and decorating cookies. We saw Santa at one of the bazaars, and my kids were hesitant to go over to him at first. Bug is really, really shy and anxious around strangers, so I wasn't surprised. Boo isn't so shy, and can usually strike up a conversation with anyone. Sure enough, Boo eventually ventured over to Santa on his own and started chatting.
When he was done, he came back to me and said "Mommy, I have to whisper something in your ear". I bent down and he very quietly said "I don't think that's the real Santa Claus."
"What makes you say that?" I asked
"His beard has a tag on it", he replied.
"Hmmm. Well, it's not quite Christmas yet, so he hasn't had time to grow it out fully."
A little while later, Boo was looking at all the "old lady crafts". You know the ones I'm talking about...crocheted dish rags, crocheted potholders, crocheted toilet paper covers. His eyes stopped on one particular item. It was made out of the bottom half of a laundry detergent bottle and had a crocheted Santa head fitted over it. He stared at it for a full minute, and I thought to myself, "Oh please don't ask me for that. It's tacky. It's useless. We already have too many decorations."
Then I heard his little voice "Mommy?" Here it comes, I thought. "I would really like to buy that for Santa. He's always the one who gives gifts. I think it would make him feel good to get a gift. Can I borrow two dollars please?"
I tried to hold back the tears that suddenly filled my eyes. My sweet, sweet boy. "Yes, honey, I will lend you the money to buy a gift for Santa."
My heart swelled with pride as I watched him slowly cross the room to Santa. My eyes filled with tears as his little paint stained hands lifted to present his gift. Santa smiled from ear to ear.
He gave a gift straight from his heart. And it filled both of us with joy.
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