Ok, it just seems wrong not to share my favorite Christmas Story! I know I’ve alluded to it in other blogs recently. And I’ve shared the link to buy my book on Amazon with the full story. This year I redid the cover; that was good 🙂
But, it still seems sad and wrong not to share it here. So, here is my favorite Christmas Story in blog format 🙂
My little Mom, not quite 5 feet tall, had told my brother and I that we couldn’t tell people where we lived. I was maybe 7 or 8. The county would have condemned the house and we didn’t have money to go anywhere else. The plumbing would freeze – she melted snow in a pot on the stove to wash the dishes in. The only heat was a wood burner in the dining room. My upstairs bedroom was FREEZING! She had a propane stand alone heater in the house for a little while. Unfortunately, I’ve always been klutzy; I fell on that and got a little burned. My mom would get poison ivy in the middle of winter from handling the wood for the wood burner. We didn’t have a lot, but we had lots of love!
One evening, close to Christmas, two cars pulled up on the road in front of our house. They didn’t pull in the driveway, so they were suspicious. We were out in the country on a gravel road, not another house in sight. My Mom sent my brother and I upstairs, while she grabbed her gun. Of course my brother and I didn’t stay upstairs. We were curious! We quietly snuck down the stairs and peeked thru the doorway.
My Mom opened the front door just a crack and stuck the end of her .22 thru the crack, asking who the man was who had knocked. Now I couldn’t see thru the door, but from what my Mom shared, the man shakily replied that he was from the church just down the road. They had picked our family to bless for Christmas!!
My Mom profusely apologized to the nice church people!! They unloaded two cars full of gifts and groceries for us! ❤ Their kindness left a lasting impression on a little girl! And the situation gave me something to tease my Mom about forever! 🤣
Tonight I am thankful for our Christmas blessing many years ago! Our Cooper Rd house has been renovated and well loved. It is no longer a place that needs to hide it’s imperfections. I am thankful that those renovations are a part of my story too; just not this Christmas story of kindness, generosity, and teasing my Mom for pulling a gun on the nice church people who came to bless us!!
*Of course, I would have done the same if I were in her shoes back then. But, it was her, so I get to lovingly tease her! 😁
Momma's Silver Lining 