A Father has been away, a child waits, the tree is dressed, and his heart is wide open. A friend calls, explains the Christmas presents he thinks he’s getting. The little boy listens, but in the back of his head, he has that Christmas yearning. His Mother has passed away, and his heart is needing, all he can think of is his Father. Granny is great, but she is no substitute for the real thing. His parents split up when he was three, and the boy only got to see his father occasionally. He speaks to his Christmas Fairy, he’s not naive, he’s young and he has a soul, the nurture of love has reaped dividends, he has great hopes. On his knees, he says his prayer before getting under the duvet, this is what he says.
“i know your busy and stuff, and there are many small children hungry, so if i make my request i will understand if you are too busy, but if you could grant me one wish, this it would be, actually, there would be three, but i will settle for this one, okay maybe two, hear goes”
An angel in the corner, listens, is moved to tears, a humble little child with an open heart, we need more of these. A Father is working overseas, he has no choice, there is no work at home. How will he get home in time for Christmas! The Father is a cleaner, does odd jobs, he is diligent, but his boss is very sticky with the rules. Christmas is a busy time of year, and the family needs it’s servants. The employer, a man of little faith, finds his servants wallet, it’s been left behind in a bathroom, the man is cleaning, it must have slipped out, he picks it up, when a picture falls out, of the little boy. It’s a smiling child, it reminds him of a grandchild he has lost himself, it brings tears to his face. He wipes them away but continues to cry. The time he could have spent with him, his grandchild, when he was working instead. He thinks of the servant, and immediately he makes a decision. He buys him a ticket and sends the man home, happy Christmas, amen.
If only there were more hearts like this sighs Solomon. amen.