Each
Christmas time, we kids in the neighborhood would go caroling. It was a fun and constructive time, and it
got us out of our parents' hair. We
lived up in Indiana near Lake Michigan, so there was snow and cold. Often, when we performed at a neighbor's
house, they would give us candy, cookies, or hot cocoa. We appreciated the cocoa. It kept us going to
our next gig.
One
year, we heard about a family from France who moved into the neighborhood at Christmas
time. They were professionals in
balancing and juggling. They had
recently appeared on the Bozo the Clown TV show. We also heard they were on hard times. The cost of moving and little work added up
to a sparse Christmas.
We
had an idea. When we went caroling, we
could ask for money for this family rather than the other treats. We collected a big chunk of change and got
the goodies anyway.
We
planned our last stop at the French family's rental home. They opened the door very cautiously. As we began to sing, they opened the door wider. They enjoyed the music and the very idea that
we would come and sing to them made them smile.
After we finished with, “We Wish You A Merry Christmas,” we handed them
the card with the gift funds. They had
smiles and tears. Their gratitude was
evident, even with the language barrier.
Somehow,
it didn’t seem so cold outside as we made our way back home. I’m sure it was the warmth we felt in our
hearts as we gave to others in need.
MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE
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