It was a long time ago in a town called Sigourney in Iowa. My husband was the Presbyterian Pastor and we lived in the Manse. Our five children were young and beautiful and I wished so much that we could give them more, but they seemed happy. The congregation was so very good to us and Christmas was always my favorite season. On Christmas eve, I took the children into a downstairs bedroom and told them we would listen for Santa Claus. We sang some songs as we waited. Then finally we heard the sleigh bells outside. No one asked where Daddy was. Finally Daddy came in and said that Santa had come. So we all went out to see what was under the tree.
Our youngest was 2 that December and he found a little red wooden trike like toy he could ride on. The others found things they enjoyed too. But I’ll never forget the gift from hy husband of $25. That was a fortune in those days and we were as poor as church mice because we had opted to go to mission churches. And I was told I could spend it any way I wanted to.
The next week I walked up to the village square and went into a store that was kind of multi purpose place. I got more milage out of that small amount of money. I bought a nice new blanket for the bed where a guest missionary would be sleeping at our house during an upcoming visit. I bought an electric frypan, and two or three other things. And I felt so happy.
Life really does have some wonderful moments, doesn’t it? We had a home, family, friends, good work to do, and happiness.
Merry Christmas to all of you.