"Why don't you give love on Christmas Day..."
-- the song reminds us. Allow me to share this story written by a teacher:
Mark, a small elf-like student with wide-eyed innocent eyes and soft rosy cheeks, was an 11-year-old orphan who lived with his aunt, abitter middle aged woman greatly annoyed with the burden of caring for her dead sister's son. She never failed to remind young Mark, If it hadn't been for her generosity, he would be a vagrant, homeless waif. Still, with all the scolding and chillness at home, he was a sweet and gentle child.
I had not noticed Mark particularly until he began staying after class each day (at the risk of arousing his aunts anger, I later found) to help me straighten up the room. We did this quietly and comfortably, not speaking much, but enjoying the solitude of that hour of the day. When we did talk, Mark spoke mostly of his mother. Though he was quite small when she died, he remembered a kind, gentle, loving woman, who always spent much time with him.
As Christmas drew near however, Mark failed to stay after school each day. I looked forward to his coming, and when the days passed and he continued to scamper hurriedly from the room after class, I stopped him one afternoon and asked why he no longer helped me in the room. I told him how much I missed him, and his large gray eyes lit up eagerly as he replied, "Did you really miss me?"
I explained how he had been my best helper. "I was making you a surprise," he whispered confidentially. "It's for Christmas." With that, he became embarrassed and dashed from the room. He didn't stay after school any more after that.
Finally came the last school day before Christmas. Mark crep slowly into the room late that afternoon with his hands concealing something behind his back. "I have your present," he said timidly when I looked up. "I hope you like it." He held out his hands, and there lying in his small palms was a tiny wooden box.
"It's beautiful, Mark. Is there something in it?" I asked opening the top to look inside.
"Oh you can't see what's in it," he replied, "and you can't touch it, or taste it or feel it, but mother always said it makes you feel good all the time, warm on cold nights, and safe when you're all alone."
I gazed into the empty box. "What is it Mark," I asked gently, "that will make me feel so good?"
"It's love," he whispered softly, "and mother always said it's best when you give it away." And he turned and quietly left the room.
It doesn't matter if we recieve gifts or not. What really matters is that, we give and it doesn't mean that when we give, it's always a material thing. Let's give the cheapest and oh I mean priceless yet the best and precious gift we can ever give -- LOVE!
Christmas is the best and the merriest holiday season of the year so don't forget to greet your loved ones and tell them how much you care and love them. Also, don't forget to say sorry for those people you have hurt.
Here's my Christmas message to all of you:
First of all, i'm really sorry for the things I've done wrong and if sometimes I hurt someone's feelings. Things might had ran out of control. My deepest apologies to you.
Thank you to those who touched my life this year. I hope you still touch my life in the coming years. You made the year a memorable one. Thanks for the memories we've shared. I had fun.
I wish you, guys all the best and may you have the merriest Christmas! I love you!
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