I've been trying to think of Christmas pasts that I could write about. There are a few that best remain unwritten. Some very hurtful ones for sure.
One I do remember happened in the 1980's. My daughter, a teenager at the time, and I had gone shopping for gifts. At that time, our small town had a lot more shops to do our gift buying. We had gone into the Hallmark store; always a good place to find lovely gifts. There were some beautiful creamy white ceramic statues on display. They were oriental pieces; so fresh and lovely you fell in love with them. At least I did.
My daughter and I were admiring them when the saleslady came up. She asked the inevitable question; "may I help you?" I told her no, I was just admiring these beautiful pieces but I couldn't begin to afford them.
She said how beautiful they were and how just recently a man had come in and bought two pieces for his wife. She went on to explain how he had told her they were perfect for his wife even mentioning her first name. He had told her how he wanted to give his wife something special for all the help she had given him in their life together.
Well, when the saleslady mentioned the name of the wife, I looked at daughter and we both knew. The man she was talking about was hubby. She said she knew this man must love his wife very much and that she wished she had someone like that.
I could hardly wait for Christmas morning. I opened them with such joy. They were beautiful pieces. And then I told him the story of how the woman had recognized his love and passed on the story to us, never realizing I was the wife he spoke about. And how proud of him I was. It was a Christmas to remember.