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Monday, December 21, 2009

The White Envelope


I received this story about fifteen years ago and every Christmas season I share it with others - We need to stop and remember the purpose of this season... Merry Christmas and God Bless each and everyone of you. Love to you. Kelly


It's just a small, white envelope stuck among the branches of our Christmas tree. No name, no identification, no inscription. It has peeked through the branches of our tree for the past 10 years or so.

It all began because my husband Mike hated Christmas. Oh, not the true meaning of Christmas, but the commercial aspects of it, overspending, the frantic running around at the last minute to get a tie for Uncle Harry and the dusting powder for Grandma, the gifts given in desperation because you couldn't think of anything else.

Knowing he felt this way, I decided one year to bypass the usual shirts, sweaters, ties and so forth. I reached for something special just for Mike. The inspiration came in an unusual way. Our son, Kevin, who was 12 that year was wrestling at the junior level at the school he attended, and shortly before Christmas, there was a non-league match against a team sponsored by an inner-city church.

These youngsters, dressed in sneakers so ragged that shoestrings seemed to be the only thing holding them together, presented a sharp contrast to our boys in the spiffy blue and gold uniforms and sparkling new wrestling shoes. As the match began I was alarmed to see that the other team was wrestling without headgear, a kind of light helmet designed to protect a wrestler's ears. It was a luxury the ragtag team obviously could not afford. Well, we ended up walloping them. We took every weight class. And as each of their boys got up from the mat, he swaggered around in his tatters with false bravado, a kind of street pride that couldn't acknowledge defeat. Mike, seated beside me, shook his head sadly, "I wish one of them could have won," he said. "They have a lot of potential, but losing like this could take the heart right out of them." Mike loved kids, all kids, and he knew them, having coached little league football, baseball and lacrosse.

That's when the idea of his present came. That afternoon, I went to a local sporting goods store and bought an assortment of wrestling headgear and shoes and sent them anonymously to the inner-city church. On Christmas Eve, I placed the envelope on the tree, the note inside telling Mike what I had done and that this was his gift from me. His smile was the brightest thing about Christmas that year and in succeeding years. For each Christmas, I followed the tradition, one year sending a group of mentally handicapped youngsters to a hockey game, another year a check to a pair of elderly brothers whose home had burned to the ground the week before Christmas, and on and on. The envelope became the highlight of our Christmas. It was always the last thing opened on Christmas morning and our children, ignoring their new toys, would stand with wide-eyed anticipation as their dad lifted the envelope from the tree to reveal its contents. As the children grew, the toys gave way to more practical presents, but the envelope never lost its allure. The story doesn't end there.

You see we lost Mike last year due to dreaded cancer. When Christmas rolled around, I was still so wrapped in grief that I barely got the tree up. But Christmas Eve found me placing an envelope on the tree, and in the morning, it was joined by three more.

Each of our children, unbeknown to the others, had placed an envelope on the tree for their dad. The tradition has grown and someday will expand even further with our grandchildren standing around the tree with wide-eyed anticipation watching as their fathers take down the envelope. Mike's spirit, like the Christmas spirit, will always be with us

Author Unknown

10 comments:

Zaida said...

I have read this story before...almost forgot about it. Thanks for posting it!
Made me cry.

Beth said...

What a wonderful story! Merry Christmas!

RCUBEs said...

That's what giving truly means....with love. Beautiful story. Thank you for sharing. Merry Christmas sister and God bless and keep you always. Love to you.

Denise said...

I had forgotten that story.. It brings such meaning for the season.. It is in the giving that we are blessed....... Thanks for posting this again.....

Merry Christmas

Saleslady371 said...

This story touched my heart! Merry Christmas, Kelly.

From the Heart said...

A very moving story. Thanks for sharing. Hope you have a very Merry Christmas this year.

Shayla said...

Girl! I'm crying right now!!!

this is beautiful thank you SO much for sharing!!!!

Elizabeth Mahlou said...

What a wonderful story and wonderful tradition!

Merry Christmas to you and yours!

Karen said...

Such a beautiful story...

~ Judy ~ said...

Thanks so much for sharing this beautiful story and bringing the SPIRIT OF CHRISTMAS to life for each of us!
I hope you and your family are having a BLESSED and JOYFUL season!

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