Grandma’s Christmas Gift

Sooooooo, I’m relaxing yesterday from all the work I had done. Yes, the tree is now up and the inside of my home decorated for the Season of Good Joy. Noooo, I will not be filling my yard with tinsel town lights. A lowly little plugin candle will send a signal from each window to welcome those known and unknown in for a cup of hot cider and a gingerbread cookie.

I like to check the weather report from time to time. I have no idea why because it’s the weather and it has, like me, a mind of its own. Tapping my toes waiting for all the talking heads to tell me how crappy things are out there in the world today, I hear of the stampedes for all the goodies as I watch in horror. A store so big you see families’ texting one another on their cell phones for a meetup place to eat and regain enough energy to charge some more goodies to give. They don’t seem to be talking though, just stuffing junk in their mouths and posting pictures of the lovely family quality time on Facebook and other social media outlets.

I found myself thinking back into my childhood sitting beside a cedar tree on Christmas morning and opening a wrapped gift of handmade mittens, hat and scarf my grandmother made for me to keep me warm during the cold winter months until Spring would arrive again in the valley. From my snow-covered mountaintop home that scarf, hat, and mittens would come in handy when going outside to shovel a bucket of coal for the old potbelly stove. It was a chore; we all had chores to do. I would dream dreams of what to become someday when I was big and knew everything there was to know about everything, why you ask because there was no one out there in charge of doing my dreaming for me.

Now getting back to the all the crappers, I found myself stuck watching until the weather report came on I pondered. What if while walking back to their cars one happened upon a cold homeless fellow in the parking lot or on the street. Would they take off their coat and give it to him? Naturally, drag ass-ing all those charged up wonders of the must-have world we live in it would be an inconvenience. I’m not saying you shouldn’t have nice things I have nice things. I like nice things, BUT I WORKED FOR THEM; and it all started with a Christmas long ago and the love that came from the loving hands of a grandmother’s hand-knitted, mittens, scarf and hat under a cedar tree sitting in the corner of a clapboard farmhouse atop a big hill hidden deep within a forest in the mountains.

There was always something extra in her package under the tree all wrapped up with a little note to me, “Dear, her note would say, here is a little something for you to give to another that won’t be getting a gift this year for Christmas. Pay it forward Dear and you will forever have love and compassion in your heart for your fellow man.


Arlene Switzer Flynn
Arlene Switzer Flynnhttp://www.arleneswitzerflynn.net/
ARLENE retired from a long and extraordinary career in real estate, both residential and commercial, followed by ownership of her own mortgage broker company. She is a member of Who’s Who for Executives and Professionals in America. She returned to her ‘”forest” with thoughts of retirement, and a new love entered her life – writing. Her first novel “Buzzard’s Glory” hit the market running, and the sequel is hot on its trail. She also writes short stories of humor, old sage advice and inspiration.