Dec. 23

CHRISTMAS TEARS ~ A truly inspirational Christmas Story





Author Unknown
(For­warded By Unknown Friend On The Web in 1997)


It was only four days before Christ­mas. The spirit of the sea­son hadn’t yet caught up with me, even though cars packed the park­ing lot of our local dis­count store. Inside the store, it was worse. Shop­ping carts and last minute shop­pers jammed the aisles.

Why did I come today? I won­dered. My feet ached almost as much as my head. My list con­tained names of sev­eral peo­ple who claimed they wanted noth­ing but I knew their feel­ings would be hurt if I didn’t buy them anything.

Hur­riedly, I filled my shop­ping cart with last minute items and pro­ceeded to the long check­out lines. I picked the short­est but it looked as if it would mean at least a 20 minute wait.

In front of me were two small chil­dren — a boy of about 5 and a younger girl. The boy wore a ragged coat. Enor­mously large, tat­tered ten­nis shoes jut­ted far out in front of his much too short jeans. He clutched sev­eral crum­pled dol­lar bills in his grimy hands.

The girl’s cloth­ing resem­bled her brother’s. Her head was a mat­ted mass of curly hair. Reminders of an evening meal showed on her small face. She car­ried a beau­ti­ful pair of shiny, gold house slip­pers. As the Christ­mas music sounded in the store’s stereo sys­tem, the girl hummed along, off-key but happily.

When we finally approached the check­out reg­is­ter, the girl care­fully placed the shoes on the counter. She treated them as though they were a treasure.

The clerk rang up the bill. “That will be $6.09,” she said.

The boy laid his crum­pled dol­lars atop the stand while he searched his pock­ets. He finally came up with $3.12. “I guess we will have to put them back,” he bravely said. “We will come back some other time, maybe tomorrow.”

With that state­ment, a soft sob broke from the lit­tle girl. “But Jesus would have loved these shoes,” she cried.

“Well, we’ll go home and work some more. Don’t cry. We’ll come back,” he said.

Quickly I handed $3.00 to the cashier. These chil­dren had waited in line for a long time. And, after all, it was Christmas.

Sud­denly a pair of arms came around me and a small voice said, “Thank you lady.”

“What did you mean when you said Jesus would like the shoes?” I asked.

The boy answered, “Our mommy is sick and going to heaven. Daddy said she might go before Christ­mas to be with Jesus.”

The girl spoke, “My Sun­day school teacher said the streets in heaven are shiny gold, just like these shoes. Won’t mommy be beau­ti­ful walk­ing on those streets to match these shoes?”

My eyes flooded as I looked into her tear streaked face. “Yes” I answered, “I am sure she will.”

Silently I thanked God for using these chil­dren to remind me of the true spirit of giving.”

WEBMASTER’S NOTE: Christ­mas is not about the amount of money paid, nor the amount of gifts pur­chased, nor try­ing to impress friends and relatives.

Christ­mas is about the love in your heart to share with those as Jesus Christ has shared with each of us.

Christ­mas is about the Birth of Jesus whom God sent to show the world how much he really loves us. Please show this love all year long to others.




» 2 Responses to “CHRISTMAS TEARS ~ A truly inspirational Christmas Story”

  1. angie
    December 23rd, 2009 at 11:00 am

    love this poem and did you know it was a song? When I recently went to a con­cert this was played and I wanted to cry in fact the whole audi­ence did.

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  3. roxxyroller
    December 23rd, 2009 at 11:26 am

    Yes — and it breaks my heart too! How heart wrench­ing some of these sto­ries are eh??