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The old man sat in his gas
station on a cold Christmas Eve. He hadn't been anywhere in
years since his wife had passed away. It was just another day
to him. He didn't hate Christmas, just couldn't find a reason
He was sitting there looking at
the snow that had been falling for the last hour and wondering
what it was all about when the door opened and a homeless man
stepped through. Instead of throwing the man out, Old George
as he was known by his customers, told the man to come and sit
by the heater and warm up. "Thank you, but I don't mean to
intrude," said the stranger. "I see you're busy, I'll just
go." "Not without something hot in your belly." George said.
He turned and opened a wide mouth Thermos and handed it to the
stranger. "It ain't much, but it's hot and tasty, "Stew ...
made it myself. When you're done, there's coffee and it's
Just at that moment he heard the
"ding" of the driveway bell. "Excuse me, be right back,"
George said. There in the driveway was an old '53 Chevy. Steam
was rolling out of the front. The driver was panicked. "Mister
can you help me!" said the driver, with a deep Spanish accent.
"My wife is with child and my car is broken." George opened
the hood. It was bad. The block looked cracked from the cold,
the car was dead. "You ain't going in this thing," George said
as he turned away. "But Mister, please help ..." The door of
the office closed behind George as he went inside. He went to
the office wall and got the keys to his old truck, and wn back
outside. He walked around the building, opened the garage,
started the truck and drove it around to where the couple was
waiting. "Here, take my truck," he said. "She ain't the best
thing you ever looked at, but she runs real good." George
helped put the woman in the truck and watched as it sped off
into the night. He turned and walked back inside the office.
"Glad I gave 'em the truck, their tires were shot too. That
'ol truck has brand new ." George thought he was talking to
the stranger, but the man had gone. The Thermos was on the
desk, empty, with a used coffee cup beside it. "Well, at least
he got something in his belly," George thought.
George went back outside to see
if the old Chevy would start. It cranked slowly, but it
started. He pulled it into the garage where the truck had
been. He thought he would tinker with it for something to do.
Christmas Eve meant no customers. He discovered the the block
hadn't cracked, it was just the bottom hose on the radiator.
"Well, shoot, I can fix this," he said to himself. So he put a
new one on. "Those tires ain't gonna get 'em through the
winter either." He took the snow treads off of his wife's old
Lincoln. They were like new and he wasn't going to drive the
As he was working, he heard shots
being fired. He ran outside and beside a police car an officer
lay on the cold ground. Bleeding from the left shoulder, the
officer moaned, "Please help me." George helped the officer
inside as he remembered the training he had received in the
Army as a medic. He knew the wound needed attention. "Pressure
to stop the bleeding," he thought. The uniform company had ben
here that morning and had left clean shop towels. He used
those and duct tape to bind the wound. "Hey, they say duct
tape can fix anythin'," he said, trying to make the policeman
feel at ease. "Something for pain," George thought. All he had
was the pills he used for his back. "These ought to work." He
put some water in a cup and gave the policeman the pills. "You
hang in there, I'm going to get you an ambulance." The phone
was dead. "Maybe I can get one of your buddies on that there
talk box out in your car." He went out only to find that a
bullet had gone into the dashboard destroying the two way
radio. He went back in to find the policeman sitting up.
"Thanks," said the officer. "You could have left me there. The
guy that shot me is still in the area." George sat down beside
him, "I would never leave an injured man in the Army and I
ain't gonna leave you." George pulled back the bandage to
check for bleeding. "Looks worse than what it is. Bullet
passed right through 'y. God thing it missed the important
stuff though. I think with time your gonna be right as rain."
George got up and poured a cup of
coffee. "How do you take it?" he asked. "None for me," said
the officer. "Oh, yer gonna drink this. Best in the city. Too
bad I ain't got no donuts." The officer laughed and winced at
the same time.
The front door of the office flew
open. In burst a young man with a gun. "Give me all your cash!
Do it now!" the young man yelled. His hand was shaking and
George could tell that he had never done anything like this
"That's the guy that shot me!"
exclaimed the officer. "Son, why are you doing this?" asked
George, "You need to put the cannon away. Somebody else might
get hurt." The young man was confused. "Shut up old man, or
I'll shoot you, too. Now give me the cash!" The cop was
reaching for his gun. "Put that thing away," George said to
the cop, "we got one too many in here now." He turned his
attention to the young mn. "Sn, it's Christmas Eve. If you
need money, well then, here. It ain't much but it's all I got.
Now put that pee shooter away." George pulled $150 out of his
pocket and handed it to the young man, reaching for the barrel
of the gun at the same time. The young man released his grip
on the gun, fell to his knees and began to cry. "I'm not very
good at this am I? All I wanted was to buy something for my
wife and son," he went on. "I've lost my job, my rent is due,
my car got repossessed last week ..." George handed the gun to
the cop. Son, we all get in a bit of squeeze now and then. The
road gets hard sometimes, but we make it through the best we
can." He got the young man to his feet, and sat him down on a
chair across from the cop. "Sometimes we do stupid things."
George handed the young man a cup of coffee. "Bein' stupid is
one of the things that makes us human. Comin' in here with a
gun ain't the answer. Now sit there and get warm and we'll
sort this thing out."
The youn man had stopped crying.
He looked over to the cop. "Sorry I shot you. It just went
off. I'm sorry officer." "Shut up and drink your coffee." the
George could hear the sounds of sirens outside.
A police car and an ambulance skidded to a halt. Two cops came
through the door, guns drawn. "Chuck! You ok?" one of the cops
asked the wounded officer. "Not bad for a guy who took a
bullet. How did you find me?" "GPS locator in the car. Best
thing since sliced bread. Who did this?" the other cop asked
as he approached the young man.
Chuck answered him, "I don't know. The guy ran
off into the dark. Just dropped his gun and ran." George and
the young man both looked puzzled at each other. "That guy
work here?," the wounded cop continued. "Yep," George said,
"just hired him this morning. Boy lost his job."
The paramedics came in and loaded Chuck onto the
stretcher. The young man leaned over the wounded cop and
Chuck just aid, "Mrry Christmas boy ...
and you too, George, and thanks for everything."
looks like you got one doozy of a break there. That ought to
solve some of your problems."
George went into the back room and came out with
a box. He pulled out a ring box. "Here you go, something for
the little woman I don't think Martha would mind. She said it
would come in handy some day." The young man looked inside to
see the biggest diamond ring he ever saw. "I can't take this,"
said the young man "It means something to you." "And now it
means something to you," replied George. "I got my memories.
That's all I need." George reached into the box again. An
airplane, a car and a truck appeared next. They were toys that
the oil company had left for him to sell. "Here's something
for that little man of yours."
The young man began to cry
again as he handed back the $150 that the old man had handed
him earlier. "And what are you supposed to buy Christmas
dinner with? Yu keep tat too," George said, "Now git home to
your family." The young man turned with tears streaming down
his face. "I'll be here in the morning for work, if that job
offer is still good." "Nope. I'm closed Christmas day," George
said. "See ya the day after."
George turned around to find that the stranger
had returned. "Where'd you come from? I thought you left?" "I
have been here. I have always been here," said the stranger.
"You say you don't celebrate Christmas. Why?" "Well, after my
wife passed away, I just couldn't see what all the bother was.
Puttin' up a tree and all seemed a waste of a good pine tree.
Bakin' cookies like I used to with Martha just wasn't the same
by myself and besides I was gettin' a little chubby." The
stranger put his hand on George's shoulder. "But you do
celebrate the holiday, George. You gave me food and drink and
warmed me when I was cold and hungry.
The woman with child will bear a son and he will
become a great doctor. Thepoliceman you helped will go on to
save 19 people from being killed by terrorists. The young man
who tried to rob you will make you a rich man and not take any
for himself. "That is the spirit of the season and you keep it
as good as any man." George was taken aback by all this
stranger had said. "And how do you know all this?" asked the
old man. "Trust me, George. I have the inside track on this
sort of thing. And when your days are done you will be with
The stranger moved toward the door "If you
will excuse me, George, I have to go now. I have to go home
where there is a big celebration planned."
as the old leather jacket and the torn pants that the stranger
was wearing turned into a white robe. A golden light began to
fill the room.
"You see, George ... it's My birthday.
George fell to his knees and replied,
"Happy Birthday, Lord."
Midi file playing is "It's Starting To Feel
Alot Like Christmas"
Addicted To The Web
(Sung, if possible, to the tune of "Winter Wonderland")
Doorbell rings, I'm not list'nin',
From my mouth, drool is glist'nin',
I'm happy -- although
My boss let me go --
Happily addicted to the Web.
All night long, I sit clicking,
Unaware time is ticking,
There's beard on my cheek,
Same clothes for a week,
Happily addicted to the Web.
Friends come by; they shake me,
Saying, "Yo, man!
Don't you know tonight's the senior prom?"
With a listless shrug, I mutter, "No, man;
I just discovered leterman-dot-com!"
I don't phone, don't send faxes,
Don't go out, don't pay taxes,
Who cares if someday
They drag me away?
I'm happily addicted to the Web
Chocolate Eggnog Layer Cake
2 cups cake flour
3/4 cup cocoa,
plus about 3 tablespoons extra set aside for the
2 teaspoons baking soda
1 teaspoon baking
1 teaspoon salt
1 cup sugar
2 large eggs plus 2 large egg
4 ounces bittersweet or semisweet chocolate,
melted and slightly cooled
1 cup strong brewed
2 teaspoons pure vanilla extract
cup dairy eggnog
Sift together the flour, cocoa,
baking soda, baking powder, and salt. Set
Preheat oven to 350 degrees and set oven
rack at upper middle level. Lightly grease 2 9-inch
springform pans. Dust pans with the extra cocoa and
shake out excess.
Beat together sugar and oil.
Add eggs and yolks, one at a time, beating well after
each addition. Beat in melted chocolate and
Add vanilla extract to eggnog. Beat flour
mixture and eggnog mixture into chocolate mixture a
little bit at a time, alternating between the two until
both are completely incorporated. Scrape down sides of
bowl and beat again, briefly.
evenly between prepared pans and bake in the middle of
the oven for 30 to 35 minutes, or until cake springs
back when lightly pressed in the center. Cake will look
almost black and very glossy.
Remove pans from
oven and allow to cool on wire racks for 15 to 20
minutes. Remove cake from pans and allow to cool
completely before frosting with.
2 cups unsweetened cocoa
1 3/4 cups
3/4 stick (6 tablespoons) unsalted
butter, room temperature
1 8-ounce brick cream
cheese, room temperature
2 ounces bittersweet or
semisweet chocolate, melted and slightly cooled
cup dairy eggnog
1 tablespoon pure vanilla
Sift together the cocoa and powdered
sugar. DO NOT SKIP THIS STEP or you will end up with
unappetizing little lumps in your frosting. Set
Cream together all other ingredients. Add
cocoa mixture a little at a time. Beat on highest mixer
setting for several minutes, pausing to scrape down
sides of bowl occasionally. Ice the cake and serve.
Frosting is enough to generously frost 2 9-inch
or 10-inch cake layers.
Cake serves 12 to
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