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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 together.
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.
Tho' rich 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 fireplace.
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."
"That's not why I am here, " Frank replied. " choose whatever presents you would like for your children from the sled."
"Why, God 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.
"The airplane from Aunt Susan? Your new coat from Grandma? Your flashlight?? We tho't you were happy with your gifts."
"I 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 presents."
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 sleep.
The next morning, he came downstairs to find his parents listening to Christmas music on the radio. Then the announcer spoke:
"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 Claus himself.
Frank felt his father's arms go around his shoulders, and he saw his mother smiling thru her tears.
"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."

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Twas The Week Before Christmas


by Mariane Holbrook 

 

‘Twas the week before Christmas and all through the land
The Sunday School programs were going on as planned.
With candles in windows, a brightly-lit tree,
A scene so exciting the kids squealed with glee.

The girls wore red dresses with bows in their hair.
The boys tried to act as if they didn’t care.
Grandmas wore pins made like jade Christmas trees.
The dads all took pictures; “Okay, kids, say ‘cheese’.”

Each one of the children was given a part.
They memorized 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.

Then sweet, 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 “Silent Night.”
His tummy was nervous, tied up in a bunch,
And when it was over, he lost his whole lunch.

And two-year-old Jimmy, so young for his age,
Wandered around. (‘Twas his first time on stage.)
A bright copper urn he mistook for a pot
And what he did next; well, I think I forgot.

The Sunday School choir all wore robes of pure white,
With big bows of red; what an angelic sight.
No choir on earth had a sound quite so dear
As moms surreptitiously dabbed at a tear.

The pastor was given a big Christmas check.
His wife usually got only hugs ‘round her neck.
The deacons had bought so much candy and fruit
We needed a truck just to lug home our loot.

And when it was over, our teachers we’d hear:
“Thank God this is held only one time each year.
Perhaps if we rest, read our Bibles and pray,
We’ll halfway recover before Christmas Day.”

Grandma's Gingersnap Cookies


INGREDIENTS

2 cups sifted all-purpose flour
1 tablespoon ground ginger
2 teaspoons baking soda
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1/2 teaspoon salt
3/4 cup shortening
1 cup white sugar
1 egg
1/4 cup dark molasses
1/3 cup cinnamon sugar

DIRECTIONS
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 another bowl.

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 container

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