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 Mabel
Adams was sitting in the day room at the Rest of Your Life
retirement home when the children came in. She smiled and so did all
the others in the room except for two who didn’t know what was going
on.
The old-timers in the home knew the kids were coming and had put up
Christmas decorations around in the day room and on the doors of
their own small apartments and on themselves. Mabel had been
reminded several times by the 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
hankies inside.
“Why thank you so much, Honey!” she said. “And what is your name?”
“I’m Candice. I’m four.”
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“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.
[Text from file received from
Slim Randles]
Please consider buying
“A Cowboy’s Guide to Growing Up Right.” Good advice from an aging
cowboy … me. Available on Amazon.com, among others.
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