Sunday, December 23, 2012

Merry Christmas and God bless us, every one

Every year I share the following letter that I sent to the local newspaper in 1997. It's my favorite Christmas memory; a memory that means so much to me it brings tears to my eyes and reminds me every year to be grateful and count my many blessings. (I don't live in the area now and I'm a "little" older too. LOL)

The Key Peninsula/Gig Harbor area has been home to me and my family for 34 of my 43 years. During those years, I have donated clothing, household items, and food to local food banks as much as I can throughout the year, never expecting, of course, that I would one day be in need myself.

Several years ago, my daughters and I fell on hard times and the holidays seemed bleak. By Thanksgiving, I still had not found employment. The girls had just entered high school, and though they had never asked much for Christmas even in good times, I felt despair in knowing I would not be able to give them much of anything that year. We did our best while I continued looking for work, but finally had to seek help from a local food bank to make ends meet. A short while later, we received a call from the food bank telling us a local family wished to “adopt” us for Christmas. About that same time, my job search finally paid off and my first day of work was to be December 20. That day, we woke to several inches of snow on the ground and no power. I had no way to get to my new job and no number to call them. We were not the only ones snowed in, however. The food bank was unable to deliver Christmas to many adopted families. Though the families and the adoptees generally remain anonymous to each other, our “family” decided that if it meant the difference between our having or not having a Christmas, they would make the delivery personally. Not only did our family bring gifts in abundance, they also delivered a van full of groceries, including laundry and cleaning supplies, and everything imaginable for Christmas dinner. As if that wasn’t enough, this wonderful man drove me to my new job and later called to find out what time I finished so he could drive me back home!

This true story of the spirit of Christmas always brings tears to my eyes. We never heard from our adoptive family again. We understand they left the area some time ago, but their gift of love and generosity will never be forgotten. That Christmas, which looked so dismal, remains one of our most cherished and treasured holiday memories.

Merry Christmas. May you be as blessed as I am!
Isaiah 58:7a ...Share your bread with the hungry, and bring the homeless into your house.


  1. Shar, I am so touched by this experience every time I read your letter. My heart breaks for you and the girls, then swells from the generosity of strangers. Thank you for sharing this incredibly personal experience again. A very merry Christmas to you and your family!

  2. Shar, I'm in tears thinking of how many times we are in the position to help others and don't know if our act of kindness touched them. I'm so glad things turned around and you are able to share your story many years later. Merry Christmas!!!

  3. Shar, I really loved this story. I can relate and I know the blessings of strangers. I never miss a chance to pull a tag off the giving tree to help someone in need. Now that I am in a position to help a stranger I get the blessing back ten fold. Merry Christmas and I hope the New Year brings much happiness and lots of craftiness.
    Hugs, Debi

  4. What a beautiful story to share! Glad that everything worked out for your family. I hope 2013 continues to be a great year for you all.
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