Here it is, 11 days until Christmas, and I still had not found my Christmas spirit. I thought it might be in one of the boxes of stuff that Matt brought in from the shed, but no such luck. Perhaps it would show up in one of my many boxes from Amazon? Nope. Maybe I would find it in the bottom of a cup of hot chocolate? No, again. Much like my car keys, that little bastard had disappeared somewhere, perhaps never to be found again. Unlike my car keys, I can’t just run to Lowes and have copies made, either.
I hoped that today’s special lunch would recharge my Christmas batteries. If it didn’t, I was guaranteed that nothing would. Unlike some people, I do not believe in bragging about good works so I’m not going to give details about it, other than that it was something nice for someone else. I was putting all my faith into this random act of kindness; Christmas spirit jumper cables, if you will.
I met with three perfect strangers at 11:30 this morning, and by 12:30, I was actually singing Christmas carols. By 2pm, I was at Big Lots waiting in the line from hell, again singing Christmas carols and joking with my husband while we bought tape and tags and a few other things. This evening, I actually started wrapping presents!
Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus and he found me on Craigslist. I saw a mysterious ad in the freebies a couple of weeks ago and it had a rather odd message, a six digit number, and a URL: www.santa911.org Because I am a curious person (and because I have excellent virus protection software), I went to the website and found an organization that matches people in need with people who can help. While my cynical self scrolled past the majority of the posts, one in particular struck at my heart. I answered it, and today was our day.
What was so miraculous is that these three people were so kind and gracious and grateful, when really, I was the one who benefited the most. My cynical self was washed away with a quiet smile and a whispered thank you. My heart grew three sizes today and all my grinchiness dissipated. Christmas stopped being a chore and once again has meaning.
So thank you, craigslist person with the mysterious ad. Thank you, 2hands.org. Thank you, three perfect strangers. I was reminded that ’tis better to give than to receive…because one receives so much more than they give.