Good morning friends! How many of you cat parents had one of your cats greet you in bed this morning, hours before you were supposed to be awake, with a song and dance number to commemorate Christmas? Our youngest actually thought today was Christmas day and was so excited for Santa to come. I had to tell her Christmas isn’t for a few days yet. She took it well but asked if I’d share her favorite Christmas story on the blog today. She has the cutest face so of course I have to oblige.
Before we tell our tale, a few caveats. I can neither confirm or deny the truthfulness of the following story. Also, no names are being used to protect the guilty party. With that out of the way, let’s begin:
Once upon a time, a family with 3 grown children traveled to a southern state to celebrate the birth of our Lord and Savior. The oldest child was in school and would be hosting the annual Christmas gathering for the first time.
After a time of merriment and delicious food, the family gathered in the living room to read the Bible story of Christ’s birth and open presents. After the story was read and a prayer was said, the oldest child spoke. She asked all in attendance to take turns retelling what their best Christmas memory was. What then transpired made all in attendance decide that this had probably been a bad idea.
After hearing memories of warm feelings and remembering what Jesus means to them, the middle child spoke. And in the course of 20 seconds, forever changed how the family saw the world.
The story the middle child told went like this, “Once when I was in middle school I faked being sick so I didn’t have to go to school. That day I was home, I unwrapped all the presents under the tree. If they were clothes, I tried them on. After I finished, I carefully re-wrapped everything and put them back under the tree.”
The room was so quiet you could have heard a flea poot.
The family just sat in stunned silence until finally the matriarch spoke: “Well, I hope you were let down on Christmas day knowing what all the gifts were!”
Now, you may be wondering why the middle child didn’t just open the packages with their name on it. Well, here’s the thing: the family learned long ago that the middle child would snoop around Christmas time and so to make it more challenging, they stopped putting names on packages. Each person had their own system of identifying the packages they wrapped and who they were for.
I hope the story above serves as a lesson to you, boys and girls, about how if you ruin the surprise of Christmas, you’ll have to live with the guilt for the rest of your days. And that is worse than getting coal in your stocking on Christmas day. 😉