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In spite of the fun and laughter, 13 yr. Old
Frank Wilson was not happy. It was true, he had rec'd all the
presents he wanted, and he enjoyed the traditional Christmas
Eve reunions with relatives for the purpose of exchanging
gifts and good wishes..........but Frank was not happy because
this was his first Christmas without his brother, Steve, who
during the year, had been killed by a reckless driver. Frank
missed his brother and the close companionship they had
He said good-bye to this relatives, and explained
to his parents that he was leaving a little early to see a
friend, and from there he could walk home. Since it was cold
outside, Frank put on his new plaid jacket. It was his
FAVOURITE gift. He placed the other presents on his new sled,
then headed out, hoping to find the patrol leader of his Boy
Scout troop. Frank always felt understood by him.
in wisdom, his leader lived in the Flats, the section of town
where most of the poor lived. His patrol leader did odd jobs
to help support his family. To Frank's disappointment, his
friend was not home. As Frank hiked down the street toward
home, he caught glimpses of trees and decorations in many of
the small houses. Then, thru one front window, he glimpsed a
shabby room with limp stockings hanging over an empty
A woman was seated nearby....weeping. The
stockings reminded him of the way he and his brother had
always hung theirs side by side. The next morning, they would
be bursting with presents. A sudden tho't struck Frank--he had
not done his "good deed" for the day. Before the impulse
passed, he knocked on the door. "Yes?" the sad voice of a
woman asked. Seeing his sled full of gifts, and assuming he
was making a collection, she said, "I have no food or gifts
for you. I have nothing for my own children."
why I am here, " Frank replied. " choose whatever presents you
would like for your children from the sled."
bless you!" the amazed woman answered gratefully. She selected
some candies, a game, a toy airplane and a puzzle. When she
took the Scout flashlight, Frank almost protested. Finally,
the stockings were full.
"Won't you tell me your name?" she
asked, as Frank was leaving.
"Just call me the Christmas
Scout," he replied.
The visit left Frank touched, and with
an unexpected flicker of joy in his heart. He understood that
his sorrow wasn't the only sorrow in the world. Before he left
the Flats, he had given away the rest of his gifts. His plaid
jacket had gone to a shivering boy. Now, Frank trudged toward
home, cold and uneasy. How could he explain to his parents
that he had given his presents away?
"Where are your
presents, son? Asked his father as Frank entered the house. "I
gave them away," he answered in a small voice.
airplane from Aunt Susan? Your new coat from Grandma? Your
flashlight?? We tho't you were happy with your gifts."
was......very happy," Frank said quietly.
"But, Frank, how
could you be so impulsive?" his mother asked. "How will we
explain to the relatives who spent so much time and gave so
much love shopping for you?"
His father was firm. "You made
your choice, Frank. We cannot afford any more
With his brother gone, and his family
disappointed in him, Frank suddenly felt dreadfully alone. He
had not expected a reward for his generosity, for he knew that
a good deed always should be its own reward. It would be
tarnished otherwise. So he did not want his gifts back.
However, he wondered if he would ever again recapture joy in
his life. He tho't he had this evening....but it had been
fleeting. He tho't of his brother.....and sobbed himself to
The next morning, he came downstairs to find his
parents listening to Christmas music on the radio. Then the
"Merry Christmas, everyone! The nicest
Christmas story we have this morning comes from the Flats. A
crippled boy down there has a new sled this morning left at
his house by an anonymous teenage boy. Another youngster has a
fine plaid jacket, and several families report that their
children were made happy last night by gifts from a teenage
lad who simply called himself the 'Christmas Scout'. No one
could identify him, but the children of the Flats claim that
the Christmas Scout was a personal representative of old Santa
Frank felt his father's arms go around his
shoulders, and he saw his mother smiling thru her
"Why didn't you tell us, son? We didn't understand.
We are so proud of you."
The carols came over the air
again, filling the room with music--"Praises sing to God the
King, and peace on Earth goodwill to men." Deut. 15:7,8 tells
us: "If there are poor among you in one of the towns of the
land the Lord your God is giving you, do not be selfish or
greedy toward them. But give freely to them, and freely lend
them whatever they need."
Twas The Week Before
week before Christmas and all through the land
Sunday School programs were going on as planned.
candles in windows, a brightly-lit tree,
A scene so
exciting the kids squealed with glee.
wore red dresses with bows in their hair.
tried to act as if they didn’t care.
pins made like jade Christmas trees.
The dads all
took pictures; “Okay, kids, say ‘cheese’.”
one of the children was given a part.
lines ‘til they knew them by heart.
But Sally forgot
hers and wished she were dead.
She pulled up her
skirt and then covered her head.
pregnant Mary appeared in distress.
She’d carried a
soccer ball inside her dress.
When somebody pushed
her, the ball dropped from view,
And little Lord
Jesus rolled under a pew.
And at the piano, so
rigid and tight,
Jon played his own version of
His tummy was nervous, tied up in a
And when it was over, he lost his whole
And two-year-old Jimmy, so young for his
Wandered around. (‘Twas his first time on
A bright copper urn he mistook for a
And what he did next; well, I think I
The Sunday School choir all wore robes of
With big bows of red; what an angelic
No choir on earth had a sound quite so
As moms surreptitiously dabbed at a
The pastor was given a big Christmas
His wife usually got only hugs ‘round her
The deacons had bought so much candy and
We needed a truck just to lug home our
And when it was over, our teachers we’d
“Thank God this is held only one time each
Perhaps if we rest, read our Bibles and
We’ll halfway recover before Christmas
Grandma's Gingersnap Cookies
2 cups sifted all-purpose flour
tablespoon ground ginger
2 teaspoons baking soda
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1/2 teaspoon salt
3/4 cup shortening
1 cup white sugar
1/4 cup dark molasses
1/3 cup cinnamon sugar
Preheat oven to 350
degrees F (175 degrees C).
Sift the flour, ginger,
baking soda, cinnamon, and salt into a mixing bowl. Stir
the mixture to blend evenly, and sift a second time into
Place the shortening into a mixing bowl and beat
until creamy. Gradually beat in the white sugar. Beat in
the egg, and dark molasses. Sift 1/3 of the flour
mixture into the shortening mixture; stir to thoroughly
blend. Sift in the remaining flour mixture, and mix
together until a soft dough forms. Pinch off small
amounts of dough and roll into 1 inch diameter balls
between your hands. Roll each ball in cinnamon sugar,
and place 2 inches apart on an ungreased baking sheet.
Bake in preheated oven until the tops are
rounded and slightly cracked, about 10 minutes. Cool
cookies on a wire rack. Store in an air tight
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