The old-timers in the home knew the kids were coming and had put
up Christmas decorations in the day room and on the doors of their
own small apartments and on themselves. Mabel had been reminded
several times by that staff that morning that the kids were coming
over, this being necessary as Mabel’s memory isn’t what it used to
be. And she put a sprig of imitation holly in her hair and tied a
red ribbon on the other side.
The little girl smiled and walked over to Mabel.
“Are you a grandma?” she asked.
“Why, yes dear, I am.”
“I brought you a present, Grandma,” she said, handing a box to
Mabel. Mabel opened it and was delighted at the sandalwood-scented
“Why thank you so much, Honey!” she said. “And what is your name?”
“I’m Candice. I’m four.”
“Well, Candice, merry Christmas to you. Have you been here before?”
“Well … no, I guess. Mom said this is where the grandmas are and we
can have fun bringing presents to the grandmas.”
“I see,” Mabel said. “Well, Candice, come over here, dear and let me
give you a hug. There!”
Sometimes, it isn’t the cost of the hankies, or the fun wrapping
them up. Sometimes it’s just a child’s smile and a small taste of
love that makes us treasure Christmas.
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