Most young children are ravenous at Christmas. The excitement builds for months, giving way to the ultimate feeling of excitement in mid December. As my favorite movie, A Christmas Story said, “Lovely, glorious, beautiful Christmas, upon which the entire kid year revolved.” I like every other kid I knew was occupied with all the gifts I would be receiving. I had spent many nights with those giant catalogs from Sears and J.C. Penny. They were called wish books for a reason. I would dog-ear the pages where I found things I liked, sometimes going further to circle them in ballpoint pen. These would be hints for my mother. The gifts would be stacked high under the tree, and I would sit there imagining what might be inside. If given a chance, I would shake them or examine them closer trying to find answers before Christmas arrived.
One of my favorite Christmas memories is about the year that I was shown the joy of giving. Sure, I liked to try to get things for my parents. They would be trinket gifts. Maybe a cheap candleholder for my mom and a pack or two of Red Man Chewing Tobacco for my dad. Yes, a kid could go to the corner store and buy this in my youth. But up until this time, I really didn’t think about giving to people outside my family. This Christmas would be a lesson I would carry with me for the rest of my days.
My mother taught fifth grade. I attended the same school. While we lived in the country, this school was in what we called “town.” There were kids at the school that you could tell were living in different circumstances than what I was accustomed to. Forget toys and gifts. They were just trying to survive day to day. I don’t know what they expected for Christmas, but I guess it would have been meager. One such family had a boy in kindergarten and his brother in first grade. The teachers talked among themselves. Word was out about this home, where this single mother worked evenings, leaving her two young sons at home to look after each other. It was a different world. Such realities were realized for the hardships they were. Authorities didn’t step in and do anything. It was just the way the world was then. While in some ways children were more innocent than they are now, in other ways some children were expected to be beyond their years, adapting to the hardships that faced their families. We heard stories about the slightly older brother being in charge of fixing them something to eat, getting them to bed and being responsible for getting them up in the morning and on to the bus, since their mother would have come in late from work and would be sleeping.
My mother had decided that we would give this family gifts for Christmas. We bought them a few new toys. In addition we wrapped up some toys that I no longer played with. My mom baked her homemade chocolate chip cookies, and we brought them grocery items such as chili, Chef Boyardee canned pasta, crackers, cereal, bread, milk, cheese and other things. We gave them 2 liter Cokes and other easily made food items.
I can still remember showing up at their house across from Rutherford County Hospital unannounced one afternoon. I couldn’t have been but a few years older than the oldest boy that lived there. I knocked on the door. After a minute or so, the young mother showed up at the door. I explained that we had some things for the family. The two boys sprang up and came running out of the house to help us take the items in. They brought in the paper Kroger bags of food and were reacting to groceries they way I might to some amazing toy that I was hoping to get. The joy on their face was like a drug. It gave me a powerful feeling of happiness to see how excited they were by what seemed like meager offerings to me.
From the groceries they went to the toys and started opening them with abandon, throwing wrapping paper behind them as they went. The young mother stood in the corner of the room with what looked to be a combination of embarrassment and gratitude. She thanked us as we left. The kids looked up from their “new” toys, offering us the biggest smiles you would ever see. What a gift it was to see their reactions. Even as a child, I felt overwhelmed by how much I took for granted. I realized more than ever the blessings that were in my life.
It’s been more than forty years since the Christmas that I was taught the joy of giving. Yet, the faces of those children and their mother are still very vivid in my memory.