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WITCHYS WIKKED GRAPHIX
BECAUSE I'M AN ARTIST--ALL THE COLORS OF THE RAINBOW. HERE ARE SOME EXAMPLES OF MY WORK.
THE CHRISTMAS GIFT
The day before Christmas I hurried to the stores to buy the last minute gifts to complete my shopping. When I saw all the people there I thought to my self, 'It's going to take forever to get out of here.' 'Christmas really is getting more annoying every year.'
Trying to move through the isles I made my way to the toy section. I started fussing about how everything was getting so expensive, especially the toys.
Moving down one isle I noticed a small boy of about 5 years old, pressing a doll against his chest. He kept touching the hair on the doll and looked so sad. I wondered to myself who the doll was for? Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him and I heard him ask: "Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?" The old woman replied, "You know you don't have enough money to buy this doll, sweety, I'm sorry." Then she asked him to wait there for her while she looked around.
The little boy waited there still stroking the doll's hair. When the old woman was out of sight I made my way towards him. And, bending down to meet his eyes I asked him who the little doll was for? He looked up at me with such sad eyes and spoke in a small soft voice, "This is the doll my sister wanted so much for Christmas." "She was so sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her."
I replied, "Maybe Santa Claus will bring it to her, after all, and not to worry."
But he said sadly, "No...Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now." I have to give the doll to mommy so she can take it to her when she goes there."
I listened with tears in my eyes as he continued, "My sister has gone to be with God." "My daddy says that mommy will also get to be with God very soon." "I was going to give this doll to my mommy so she could take it to my sister when she goes there."
My heart almost stopped. The little boy looked down at the doll and back to me and said, "I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet." "I asked him to tell mommy to wait until I got back from the store."
Then anxiously he reached in his pocket and pulled out a picture of himself. In the picture he was smiling. He then told me, "I also wanted to give mommy this picture of me so she will never forget me." "I only have just this one so mommy and my sister will have to share it."
Then he looked back down at the little doll in silence still stroking it's hair.
I quickly reached for my wallet and took a few dollars and said to the boy, "Why don't we both count your money again, just in case you might have missed some?"
He looked at me with hopeful eyes and said, "Ok."
I added some of my own money to his. With him not knowing what I had done we began to count the money together.
When the last dollar was counted he looked up at me with wide eyes and almost exclaimed softly on a whispered voice of delight, "I HAVE ENOUGH!" "I HAVE ENOUGH TO BUY THE DOLL!" "I even have enough to buy mommy a white rose." "Those are her favorite." he explained to me. "Last night I asked God for enought money to buy my sister her doll, he heard me." "I wanted to ask for extra money to get mommy a white rose, but I dared not ask God for so much."
Then he lowered his head, eyes closed; he spoke softly, "God thank you for enough money."
A few moments later the old woman returned. I walked away, my heart feeling lighter. I finished my shopping in a totally different state of mind than when I started.
It was late when I got home. Exhausted, I collapsed in a chair and turned on the news. They were giving updated information about an accident that happened 2 days ago involving a drunk man in a truck that hit another vehicle containing a young woman, and her daughter. The daughter was killed instantly, and the mother who had been listed in critical condition died that evening while still in a coma. Her injuries were so bad her organs began to shut down. It was stated that funeral services will be held and gave the location.
I wondered if this was the family of the little boy? I wrote down the the time and place of the funeral and made my plans. Something inside me wanted to know for sure if this was the little boy of that family, I met in the store.
On my way to the funeral services I stopped at a flower shop. When I got to where the services were held, my heart dropped. There sitting with his dad and granny was the little boy I had met in the store.
Slowly I walked up to the coffin. My eyes filled with tears at what I saw. The beautiful young woman was laid on a bed of satin. In her right hand she held a white rose. In her left hand she held the picture of her little boy, and cradled in her arms was the little doll. I couldn't stop the tears from falling as I laid the dozen of white roses at her feet. As I turned around I saw the little boy looking at me, and he smiled. In the back of my mind I could still hear his soft little voice, "Those are her favorite."
I will never forget that Christmas, and the little boy that touched my heart.
The author of this story is unknown. I hope it touches your heart as it did mine.
Rev. J. Wethington
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