(A Christmas memory by Virginia Allain, formerly published on Bubblews)
Some families face a spartan Christmas, particularly if they are out of work. Thinking of that brought to mind a Christmas where the generosity of others saved our family from a bleak holiday.
My dad had been in a car accident and was hospitalized for almost six months. My mother was expecting and with five children she couldn’t go out and work. It looked like there would be few gifts and certainly money couldn’t be wasted on a Christmas tree when there was barely food for the table.
When our school closed for the Christmas break, my fifth-grade teacher brought the tree from the classroom to our house. Also that week, some kind soul left a box filled with holiday foods on our front porch.
It must have been a frightening and sad time for my mother trying to cope with it all. I’m thankful that the second-hand tree and the food brought some Christmas spirit to our home that year.
When I shared this memory with my younger sister, Karen, she said,
“I would have been 5 that Christmas. Don’t remember any of those things! That was in the days when kids weren’t allowed to visit in the hospital, so I remember not seeing Dad for a long time. The father of another kid in the neighborhood was an over-the-road truck driver–I remember thinking maybe that’s what my Dad was doing since he was gone for so long.”