The Christmas Miracle
The year was 1964 and it was Christmas time. My Dad and step-mother were doing all they could but it was a financially dry year. We weren't poor like many as we had food on the table and clothes on our backs and we had a warm apartment in Chicago. I was twelve at the time and I can't remember all the details but I remember that we were told that there wasn't going to be much of a Christmas that year.
If I told the kids we weren't going to have much of a Christmas this year they would ask, "what happened did the money tree die?" If I told them all we could afford was a Christmas dinner they would laugh and say, "are you serious?"
A couple of weeks before Christmas my step-mother told us all to hurry home after school. No messing around as there was a big surprise. So Tommie, Danny and I hurried home. Mary was in a different school and she got home before we did. We lived in a seconded floor apartment on Sacramento Avenue.
When we came into the house we saw gifts all over the place. There was a tree and Christmas music was playing. For me it seemed that Santa had made a early stop at our house. (At that age I already knew but I still liked the mystery.)
There were gift all over the place and there was food in boxes on the kitchen table. A Pastor friend of my Dad's from Indiana had a family approach them, and they wanted to find a family that wasn't going to have much of a Christmas. The parents and children of this family gave up their Christmas so our family could have a special Christmas.
The Pastor and wife took care of getting all the information for them and they offered to deliver the gifts. Our family sent back our heartfelt thanks to them and it was a Christmas we would never forget. For us it was the Christmas miracle.