Today was spent decking our halls and reflecting on Christmas' past. I came across this little guy and his story made me smile. I thought you might enjoy it too.
I suppose I was 5 or 6 years old and it was time to decorate for Christmas. While my sister and I jumped and danced around the house with "Rudolph" playing on the television, my mother diligently search for the Christmas decorations. We had moved that year and though she looked high and low ALL the decorations were missing. As she broke the news to my sister and I, fat tears rolled down my cheeks. You see we had a special Santa Clause that topped our tree for well....as long as I could remember.
Mom wiped my tears, grabbed her car keys, and off to TG&Y we went in search of a replacement Santa.The shelves were literally bare of tree toppers except for...you guessed it. This little guy here. The tears returned in earnest as I wailed "he is too ugly". Mom then told me his story. You see he hid behind all the other tree toppers, just waiting for me to get there. He knew that I would see his true beauty, and though no one else would pick him...he knew I would.
Well that was over 40 years ago and this guy (he has had a few hair transplants over the years) has always found a place of honor either on our tree or somewhere in our house.
As he looks down on me in all his glory, I know he is the most beautiful thing I own, He taught a little girl the meaning of compassion, love, and where beauty truly lies. And so every year he reminds me, that those gifts are the best Christmas Gifts we can give or receive.
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