The REAL Spirit of Christmas – the Love of Chirst

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There were two stories I found yesterday evening that have renewed my faith in the decency of people.  The first is about people going into Kmart and paying off layaway for those who are in need.  It made me ashamed, and I will be heading down to Alamo to the local Kmart to do the same thing for someone.   To me, real charity is not letting anyone know who you are when you are doing something good.

“…The young father stood in line at the Kmart layaway counter, wearing dirty clothes and worn-out boots. With him were three small children. He asked to pay something on his bill because he knew he wouldn’t be able to afford it all before Christmas. Then a mysterious woman stepped up to the counter.

She told him, ‘No, I’m paying for it,'” recalled Edna Deppe, assistant manager at the store in Indianapolis. “He just stood there and looked at her and then looked at me and asked if it was a joke. I told him it wasn’t, and that she was going to pay for him. And he just busted out in tears.”

At Kmart stores across the country, Santa seems to be getting some help: Anonymous donors are paying off strangers’ layaway accounts, buying the Christmas gifts other families couldn’t afford, especially toys and children’s clothes set aside by impoverished parents.

Before she left the store Tuesday evening, the Indianapolis woman in her mid-40s had paid the layaway orders for as many as 50 people. On the way out, she handed out $50 bills and paid for two carts of toys for a woman in line at the cash register.

“She was doing it in the memory of her husband who had just died, and she said she wasn’t going to be able to spend it and wanted to make people happy with it,” Deppe said. The woman did not identify herself and only asked people to “remember Ben,” an apparent reference to her husband….”

H/T Santus

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2 thoughts on “The REAL Spirit of Christmas – the Love of Chirst

  1. Thank God for all the people who still believe in Santa Claus. Thinking about past Christmases I would like to share a story with you. There are many people among us who still believe in Santa Claus. When we were growing up I remember that all of us kids (including myself) went one by one to our parents and told them we no longer believed in Santa Claus – all except one of us, my older brother, Buddy. He never told my parents or anyone else that he didn’t believe in Santa Claus. As the years passed, of course, they knew he was on to it, but he never said anything, even when he enlisted in the Navy and went off to World War II. When he returned home in 1946, a veteran of the battles of Tarawa, Guam, and Okinawa, he spent Christmas at home. It was a chilly, blustery Christmas Eve. Mother and I went off to do some last minute shopping leaving Buddy at home. Back in those days there were not many jobs available to black people. They sustained themselves serenading or selling food. An elderly black woman often came through our neighborhood selling homemade pies and Mother usually bought one or two from her. This particular Christmas Eve when Mother and I returned home from shopping, there were pies everywhere. They were on the kitchen table, on the kitchen counters and even some in the window sills. Buddy was standing in the kitchen eating a slice of pie. My astonished mother asked, “What is all this?” Buddy said, “I like pies, I’ll bet your friends and neighbors like pies too. Don’t you like pies?” “Well, yes,” Mother said, “but why did you buy so many of them?” “It’s cold outside,” Buddy said. “She was elderly, she shouldn’t have been out in all that cold wind, so I bought all the pies she had for sale, so she could go home.” Yes, there are still some individuals among us who still believe in Santa Claus. After many years have passed, I think I have learned their secret. They have never stopped believing in Santa Claus because they ARE Santa Claus.

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