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The White Envelope - A Christmas Story

Discussion in 'Random Ramblings' started by HennysMom, Dec 19, 2008.

  1. HennysMom

    HennysMom Keeper of the Tiara

    THE WHITE ENVELOPE **ETA: This is a story that I received in an email - not MY story***

    It's just a small white envelope stuck among the branches of our Christmas tree. No name, no identification, no inscription. It has peeked through the branches of our tree for the past 10 years or so.

    It all began because my husband Mike hated Christmas oh, not the true meaning of Christmas, but the commercial aspects of it -- the overspending, the frantic running around at the last minute to get a tie for Uncle Harry and the dusting powder for Grandma the gifts given in desperation because you couldn't think of anything else.

    Knowing he felt this way, I decided one year to bypass the usual shirts, sweaters, ties, and so forth. I reached for something special just for Mike. The inspiration came in an unusual way. Our son Kevin, who was 12 that year, was wrestling at the junior level at the school he attended. Shortly before Christmas, there was a non-league match against a team sponsored by an inner-city church.

    These youngsters, dressed in sneakers so ragged that shoestrings seemed to be the only thing holding them together, presented a sharp contrast to our boys in their spiffy blue and gold uniforms and sparkling new wrestling shoes. As the match began, I was alarmed to see that the other team was wrestlingwithout headgear, a kind of light helmet designed to protect a wrestler's ears. It was a luxury the ragtag team obviously could not afford.

    Well, we ended up walloping them. We took every weight class. And as each of their boys got up from the mat, he swaggered around in his tatters with false bravado, a kind of street pride that couldn't acknowledge defeat.

    Mike, seated beside me, shook his head sadly, 'I wish just one of them could have won,' he said. 'They have a lot of potential, but losing like this could take the heart right out of them.' Mike loved kids -- all kids -- and he knew them, having coached little league football, baseball and lacrosse.

    That's when the idea for his present came. That afternoon, I went to a local sporting goods store and bought an assortment of wrestling headgear and shoes and sent them anonymously to the inner-city church. On Christmas Eve, I placed the envelope on the tree, the note inside telling Mike what I had done and that this was his gift from me. His smile was the brightest thing about Christmas that year and in succeeding years.

    For each Christmas, I followed the tradition one year sending a group of mentally handicapped youngsters to a hockey game, another year a check to a pair of elderly brothers whose home had burned to the ground the week before Christmas, and on and on. The envelope became the highlight of our Christmas. It was always the last thing opened on Christmas morning, and our children, ignoring their new toys, would stand with wide-eyed anticipation as their dad lifted the envelope from the tree to reveal its contents.

    As the children grew, the toys gave way to more practical presents, but the envelope never lost its allure. The story doesn't end there. You see, we lost Mike last year due to cancer. When Christmas rolled around, I was still so wrapped in grief that I barely got the tree up. But Christmas Eve found me placing
    an envelope on the tree, and in the morning it was joined by three more. Each of our children, unbeknownst to the others, had placed an envelope on the tree for their dad.

    The tradition has grown and someday will expand even further with our grandchildren standing around the tree with wide-eyedanticipation watching as their fathers take down the envelope. Mike's spirit, like the Christmas spirit, will always be with us.

    May we all remember Christ, who is the reason for the season, and the true Christmas spirit this year and always.
    Last edited: Dec 19, 2008

  2. ksacres

    ksacres At Your Service

    Nov 16, 2007
    San Antonio TX
  3. ChickenDreamer

    ChickenDreamer Songster

    Sep 16, 2008
    Northern Ontario
  4. lesliet

    lesliet Songster

    Apr 27, 2007
    Webster, FL
    Now that is what Christmas is all about... [​IMG]
  5. debilorrah

    debilorrah The Great Guru of Yap Premium Member

    [​IMG] [​IMG] [​IMG] tissue please
  6. English Chick

    English Chick English Mum

    Jun 27, 2008
    Cheshire UK
    Darling Hennys that is truly humbling...........tears are tripping me......it is good to be reminded what the Spirit of Christmas really is.........I am also so sad for the loss of Mike, he sounded a very special person.....I applaud him and you.......may the Angels spread their wings around him and lift him high in heaven...may he spread his wings of love around you and your lovely family, keeping you safe always.....God Bless you All xxx
  7. HennysMom

    HennysMom Keeper of the Tiara

    OH MY - EC - NOOOOO its not MY story dear... Oh goodness! (HUGS YOU TIGHTLY!)

    No no no!! [​IMG] I just posted it.. Mike is someone ELSE'S husband.... my hubby is WES

    Oh dear... let me edit to say this is NOT my story...

    didnt even think of that... [​IMG] [​IMG] now you got ME doin <---
    Last edited: Dec 19, 2008

  8. English Chick

    English Chick English Mum

    Jun 27, 2008
    Cheshire UK
    That's OK....it still does not change the meaning of the story....whoever Mike's wife is.... my words (to her) are the same......it truly is a wonderful story.......
  9. chickanana

    chickanana In the Brooder

    Mar 28, 2008
    [​IMG] This is a wonderful story, It needs to go to Hallmark it would make a great christmas story, Every one needs a true meaning of christmas story like this. Thank You for sharing with us.
  10. CityGirlintheCountry

    CityGirlintheCountry Green Eggs and Hamlet

    Jul 7, 2007
    Middle TN
    Well, DANG! You got me crying on this one!
    I swear hanging out with all you women here is making me hormonal!

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