Christmas is upon us once again, the decorations are unpacked and a few thrown away, as they have become too moldy living a whole year under the house. Then the flood might have had something to do with it, but Simone sorts them out, washing some, throwing away others, to then hang those decorations that survived on the clothes line…to dry.
What I love about Simone is her abounding energy at Christmas – for she is, as a human being, a naturally giving soul – this time of year is her opportunity to Give in abundance and she takes this time of year far too seriously.
“Will I forget someone, will someone get disappointed?”
My friend’s intentions are pure, but it is her day to day love and giving that ‘counts’, not a day chosen by the Roman Emperor, Constantine, to make the pagans and the Christians settle down in an effort at a compromise to avoid more blood shed between them, more than 1500 years ago.
Leaving Simone to her Christmas decorations and cooking, I decided to grab a few beers at the local grocery store.
Not just one but four musicians held a spot in front of the entrance of the store… all playing with all their might, four different Christmas songs at once, their music sounding like a cacophony of indiscernible…noise.
Checking my pockets, to make a donation, they were empty: ‘I’ll catch them on the way out’, I thought.
It was then that a woman of about thirty years of age, not bad looking, though one could see her appearance was not her top priority: when she began spinning a yarn at me at break neck speed, about not having enough money to buy Christmas presents. In the end she said,
“All I need is sticky tape to wrap my children’s Christmas presents.”
Her expression appeared pure and her story true.
I told her this would not be a problem and entered the store to make my purchases as she sat herself down on the bench just outside, waiting.
As life goes, I searched and searched for sticky tape but none was to be found. It was then I decided to give her the change necessary to buy her sticky tape to wrap her children’s gifts.
This woman was an unusual ‘street’ person because she did not ask for money but something very specific.
I decided to give her all my change which amounted to about 5 dollars.
Walking up to her, she gave me such a kind smile, as I gave her the 5 dollar’s in change.
“Sorry, couldn’t find the tape but this should cover it.”
She thanked me and as I walked away she said:
“You’re Craig, right?”
To be absolutely honest, I had never seen or met this young woman before. There was not a note of familiarity about her in the least. But she gazed at me as if we had been friends for many years.
I found this to be disconcerting and strange.
“Yes.”
“I thought so.”
She turned and walked away from the store never looking back once.
Driving back home with my six pack of beer, the image of her face and the circumstances, sticky tape and beauty whirled throughout my head. Then I thought:
‘Happy Christmas to you, beautiful stranger and your children and I hope the five dollars can help in this difficult time of your life.
And you will always be a Christmas mystery to me.'
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