joy
Today I was blessed to be a witness of the joy of giving.
My parents and their friends collected gifts for a family that Erica and I know from the bottoms. When we walked into their house I was taken aback for a moment.
There was no furniture.
There was no tree.
There was no signs of Christmas at all.
I felt like Santa walking in with my sister, carrying three big garbage bags full of toys and shoes and clothes for their family. We only gave them the coats and shoes, and gave all the toys to their mother so she could have something to give them from her.
And I know christmas isnt about the gifts and the toys, but just at her face.
She smiled.
A real true beautiful smile.
And for a moment she forgot about the stresses of the day and her bills and how hard it is to be a single mother of six kids, and in the process, reminded me all over again about the meaning of Christmas. 
