The
great blessings of mankind are within us and within our reach; but we
usually take for granted the things that we should be giving thanks for. If we
want to feel rich, we can just count all the things that we have that money
can't buy. That's exactly what the following letter written to Santa Claus is telling us.
It was found in the 'Letters To Santa' box at the Post
Office in Thompson Falls, Montana.
Dear Santa:
What do I ask this year? I have perused each ad in my mailbox, pored over
the colorful ads in the newspaper. So many lovely things, and yet I need
nothing.
I realize this as I walk up the hill on my strong legs. I can hear the air fill
my lungs. I feel the cold on my cheeks. I smell the smoke of the fire that warms
my home. I see the snow-capped mountains and the slate gray river peppered with
fat geese.
I need nothing: there are people who love me. There are people who forgive my
sometimes wretched temper and who touch me with loving hands. There are
neighbors who smile in the store. There are shopkeepers who are tolerant when I
don’t have enough money. There are kind faces in public places.
There is a fat pregnant cat who sneaks into my garage. Dogs and other cats share
my hearth; I love to feel their fur with my feet. There are hawks that teach
their young of flight, right there behind my house. There are deer that tiptoe
into my yard and savor the fat apples in the snow.
Rows of glassed vegetables; green beans, tomatoes, peas and carrots color
my pantry. And a rusty bucket of hand tools and neatly dried seeds
promises next year’s riches.
I need nothing! Christmas promises already fulfilled redeem my foolish
life, and occasionally I glimpse the feast that awaits me when this earthly one
is done.
Today I discovered a hole in my jeans. I felt the December air slither down my
leg. How mighty is the hand that sweeps the wind along the mountains. Santa,
dear old soul, just give me another day like this one in my life.
Now
playing: Count Your Many Blessings
We
are all faced with great opportunities brilliantly disguised as
impossible situations.
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Tim
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