Tuesday, December 25, 2012

A very merry Christmas to you and yours!...



I love this time of the year, for different reasons as I grow and age... first when I was a child... then when I got to see Christmas through the eyes of my children... and now the simple joy of trying to be the kind of person who carries hope and goodwill throughout the year.

But it all started because of my mom.

She was a single parent with 5 children (2 girls, 3 boys) and we were poor, real poor (though I didn't know it at the time). We lived in the projects in Boston and my mom would struggle to make ends meet with some pretty crappy jobs, cleaning other peoples homes and taking in their laundry.

Two things I remember, being happy and the hope of a wonderful Christmas. No matter what the year had held for my mom, when Christmas came it was magic. It seemed no matter what we had asked Santa for, we would find it under the tree on Christmas morning, so he HAD to be real.

I knew there had to be a Santa because there was no way my mom could afford to buy us these things.

When I got a little older and knew the big guy was more myth than man I couldn't figure out how my mom did it... because by then, I knew we were poor and her thankless jobs weren't going to bring that to an end anytime soon.

Then one day stumbled upon these five envelopes that were rubber banned together. One had my name on it and the others had the names of my brothers and sisters. Each envelope had the exact same about of money in it, all in one dollar bills and change.

Then it hit me, these were Christmas envelopes, after a long day of cleaning houses my mom would take some of that money she made that day and split it evenly between those 5 envelopes. And she did this after every basket of laundry, after every dirty house, all year long. So by the time Christmas came, my mom could make the magic happen.

Though at the time I understood the process, I could not truly appreciate all her hard work, her sacrifices, and all the things she did without until I was older. As I write this now it still amazes me.

It was then that my happiness no longer came from the gifts, it came from knowing how much I was loved.

I hope the same for all of you, that your life is full of friends and family.

I hope that you love and that you feel loved.

I hope there is always food on your table and those you hold most dear are sitting around it.

I hope your home is warm and your heart is happy.

I hope as you look back you see happiness and as you look forward you see nothing but joy.

I hope... because hope is a lesson that my mom taught me.

In closing, I would like to share with you a picture from a Christmas not too long ago... when my girls were still believers... and they left goodies for the big guy and his reindeer.

Merry Christmas mom.

Merry Christmas Molly, Emma, and Katie.

Merry Christmas everyone.




5 comments:

updedesignsblog.com said...

Merry Christmas Scott. I love your stories and even though we grew up in different parts of the country we share a similar background.

God Bless You and Your Family and keep on doing the good things you do. It sounds like you Mother is still alive. What a blessing.

Best,
Dave

maryann [Maryann's*****Fotos] said...

Heart warming story Scott. Hope your Christmas was special. Looking forward to another year of your great site!
Cheers, Maryann

ClickNCamera said...

What a gorgeous capture of the tree in snow! The lighting is impressive!

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