Wednesday, December 26, 2012


I was taking my usual short-cut -- the alley beside the South Side Church of Christ -- because I always like to look at the live-animal manger scene there.

Half-way down the alley, I saw a young male carrying two large, white bags and I thought he'd probably been to the convenience store across the street. I stopped the car and asked, "Do you want a ride?" He agreed and when he got in the car I said, "It's so cold out there!" I told him to put the bags in the back seat. I saw that there was straw in the bags and I immediately realized that he had TAKEN the straw from the manger scene. I asked where he was going and he said, "Hickory Street." I said, "That's not very far." When I turned onto Hickory Street he said, "It's the last house -- it's where there's a big Santa."

I said, "I don't see a big Santa," but the boy said, "It's the last house." I said, "Oh, your dog's outside." He said, "I brought him inside for a little while last night but my mom won't let him stay inside; that's why I needed the straw." I thought, "The dog probably needs the straw as much as the animals at the manger."

I noticed that the inflatable Santa was on the ground -- deflated -- and I suddenly felt DEFLATED.

When I got home, I told Les about the incident and he said, "I'll bet the Baby Jesus didn't mind."


joe Danow said...

Forgiveness comes so hard sometimes. You know?

joe Danow said...

That is the Christmas spirit!