--KREN
 

My Christmas Story

Monday, December 21, 2015

Once upon a Christmas years ago. . .

One year, after my sons had gone to live and work on their own and Christmas was approaching, I was looking around trying to think of what to buy my husband for Christmas. After I while I realized I was really trying hard to dream up a gift for him. I knew he'd be having an even harder time thinking of what to give me.

This got me to thinking about the whole meaning of giving and of Christmas. I'll try not to make this terribly long, but this is the idea that came to me and what we actually did for Christmas that year -

My husband was a Game Warden. He often confiscated game killed illegally. What happened to it? We tried giving it to facilities like orphanages, but too many government and health regulations kept that from happening. So he always had a list of people he found who were down on their luck and needed food for their families. Most were country boys who could come retrieve the game and dress it and prepare it for eating. This included venison, wild duck, goose, quail, doves, and sometimes fish.

Many of these people in our rural area supported their families off the land, too. They hunted and trapped and sold hides. So Jim would also stop when he saw a hide-bearing animal on the roadside - hit by a car - retrieve it and give it to someone so they could sell the hide. This little extra money made a big difference to some families.

Christmas was close and Jim found a huge raccoon that had been killed so he took it to the house of a construction worker who had hurt his back and was out of work. He knew the man would get a nice sum of money for it, enough to buy a few groceries for his wife and 5 kids. The next week Jim stopped by the man's house and the kids came running out to greet him. One of the boys said, "Mr. Jim. Thanks so much for the raccoon. We haven't had meat in a long time."

When Jim told me this, we were both horrified. These people were eating a road kill, intended for the hide sale only. But they hadn't wasted any of it! I've eaten roasted raccoon and it's ok, but not what I look forward to having for dinner, and certainly not when it's picked up off the roadside.

So here is the plan I put forward to my husband: This year we will not exchange gifts. We will use the money we would have spent on each other and we'll buy groceries for this man's family. The important parts of this are:

1. We are not just giving food to a poor family at Christmas. We are doing this instead of giving to each other. You and I will NOT exchange gifts.

2. We will not tell anyone about this. A part of the Bible that has always made a huge impression on me is Matthew, Chapter 6, Vs 1-7. To put it in the vernacular - Do your good works in secret, don't blow your own horn.

There was a friend at our house when we were discussing this. He did not like the idea because this man was often arrested for one thing or another - misdemeanor crimes. Jim knew lots of people like this, arrested some of them himself, and helped them feed their families anyway. They knew if he caught them breaking the law, he'd take them to jail and then take some food to their families. We talked about it for a while and before he left, our friend added his own money to the contribution.

SO, on December 23rd, I left work early and went to the grocery store. I mentally prepared meals for that family of parents and 5 children - 7 days' worth, and bought everything that would be needed to prepare them all. That included a turkey dinner for Christmas day and dessert and candy for the kids. I had more than one grocery cart filled. Christmas Eve morning Jim delivered the entire load, including cash we had collected from our friend. I didn't go.

He came home with tears in his eyes. The gratitude of the entire family just overwhelmed him. It overwhelmed me, too. The father came to our house later to thank me himself and tell me how hard times had been and what this meant to his family. I can't tell you the deep joy that filled me that Christmas. It was THE most wonderful Christmas I ever had. It became a tradition I repeated , but that first time was the most awesome.

So why am I telling you about this now? I want you, most of all, to hear the SEQUEL. The very next year, this man and his family were in better shape. He came to our house again, to let us know that he and his family were doing the same thing for someone they knew that was in bad shape! He was so thankful to us, not only for the gift of food and money, but for the gift of the GIFT. Of seeing the GIFT in action. I went on to hear, in subsequent years, how the GIFT was being passed on, throughout a community of working poor, and yes, people who were often in our jail for one thing or another. Still, people with families to feed and needs to be met.

Even though we didn't tell anyone what we did, the word spread around, mostly through a community of people that most good citizens ignored or wouldn't associate with. I still hear about it now and then, over 30 yrs later. I certainly still reap benefits unimagined from it. The memory of that first time still gives me chills.

That's my Christmas Story. It actually happened in the eighties. I first began posting it on my blog December of 2009. Now I post it every year to remind myself of the best Christmas I ever had.

Karen

People who have known me for years here on SP know that I post this every year and they are probably tired of it. They are excused from reading it again. emoticon


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  • 294BETSY
    Beautiful story! I love how your kindness has been paid forward. You reached the inner worth of that man and showed him love, compassion and caring. Bless you.
    875 days ago
  • GABY1948
    I LOVE this story! Merry Christmas, Karen!

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    911 days ago
  • JENNY888
    I had not read your story before. It is one of the most touching stories I have read this Christmas. Have a very Merry Christmas!
    912 days ago
  • HANOVERLADY
    This is my first time reading this but I'll be looking for it every year. What a wonderful way to honor the spirit of the season!
    912 days ago
  • MORTICIAADDAMS
    I have read your story before but I love hearing it again. It reminds me of my mother who did similar things. People like you make the world a better place. I promise I won't eat any roadkill raccoon. LOL. OMG!!!
    912 days ago
  • PJSTIME
    Wishing you a very Merry Christmas love this story
    912 days ago
  • GORDON66
    Bless you!!!

    Leslie

    xxxooox
    xx
    913 days ago
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