Christmas Eve
On Christmas Eve when I was five years old, my dad came home from work and sat at the table drinking a cup of coffee. His head was hanging down. My mom asked him what was wrong. He told her that it just breaks his heart that he can’t even get his babies any Christmas presents, not even a tree. Mom told him that it was okay and that they would understand.
“No they won’t,” he replied, “they are just babies.” Well, about that time they heard a knock at the door. Dad opened the door and a man was standing there.
“Don,” he said, “your sister-in-law wants you and the kids to come to her house. She has something to tell you.” Dad did not know the man and he also thought it was weird that Aunt Mary would want him to bring us out that time of night, but he took us a half a block down the street.
When Aunt Mary answered the door she asked Dad, “Don, what are you doing here this time of night?”
“You asked us to come here.” Dad said.
“No, I didn’t,” Aunt Mary replied.
e ended up running all the way back home to our apartment. The door was still locked and when Dad unlocked it and tried to push it open, it would not open. There was something in the way, so he pushed it open and turned on the light. There were all kinds of food, candy, and fruit. In the middle of the room a tree was all lit up and it had gifts all around it with our names on them. This took place in about five minutes. Dad told Mom that the man was an angel and God sent him so his babies would have Christmas. That was the best Christmas we ever had. It gave me faith and I have had faith in God and Jesus ever since.
