Somehow my Christmas tree bends to two o'clock, but blessedly, it is a gift.
Last evening my tree became our tree as my almost adult children came to my home and decorated the small mess of 'tree top' at best.
We dined on the meal I prepared; the first time I have cooked in a very long time. The food alone seemed to make them happy.
I had a wreath, a gift from a friend, that needed a hook for hanging on my apartment door. Earlier I had seen a neighbor and asked where she had found her wreath hook. My son, who was delegated the task of engineering a hook for my wreath, got busy on task.
After a bit of work he came inside laughing about the coat hanger fashioned into a hook. He had taken care to hang the wreath as well but because of his laughter, we all went out to see his handy work. We laughed...until we looked down and saw the gift at my door...a wreath hanger.
I live in a wonderful place in our downtown area and generally assume that we are all too busy to care about those of us who live here.
My faith in goodness of the heart has been revisited and I love it.
I gifted my kind neighbor with a treasure of my own and it felt really good. I kept peeking out the door until I saw that the gift was gone.
Once again, my heart became happy. Life is awesome and so are those souls who give selflessly.
Blessed be to those who let the joy of holiday magic into their hearts.
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