|The Perfect Christmas Tree (standard:drama, 1257 words)|
|Author: Maureen Stirsman||Added: Dec 10 2002||Views/Reads: 2661/1580||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Cora examined the Christmas tree with a critical eye. It was perfectly decorated, as usual. But to her eyes--something was missing. Then the doorbell rang and Christmas eve changed.|
Click here to read the first 75 lines of the story she looked like the Madonna. Her big brown eyes were filled with tenderness as she touched the baby. I felt what she felt. I am a mother myself, you know. She smiled at me, like the smile of an innocent angel. ‘What a miracle you two are, to take us in.' she said. ‘I was afraid something had happened to Kevin.' She laid the baby on my peach brocade sofa. I poured the coffee and served the sandwiches. David, the little boy, and Katherine ate bowls of cereal and marshmallow toast. Then we all went back into the living room with more coffee and cookies. Morris made telephone calls and left messages on answering machines, doubtful that anyone would answer on Christmas Eve. I poured a cup of coffee for the young mother and asked her name. She smiled that Madonna smile and said. ‘Maryann.' ‘Let me hold the baby while you drink your coffee.' I said. ‘I think I can remember how.' ‘Look at the pretty tree, Mama.' the little boy said. ‘Yes, it's a pretty tree, honey.' I said, ‘Look at the manger. It's a keepsake from my great grandfather. He made it a long time ago.' ‘Can I hold the little wooden baby?' he asked. ‘No, David, just look at it.' his mother said. ‘Of course, you can hold it.' I said. I handed the carved baby Jesus to the little boy. His little fingers felt the smooth wood and he kissed the carving. Then his father gently put the baby back into the manger. We talked and tried to decide what to do next. Kevin called his mother-in-law. Finally, at 10:00 o'clock the man from John's garage came in his red wrecker truck. Morris and Kevin went with him and twenty minutes later they were back and ready to proceed with their trip. They all bundled into their warm clothing and Maryann kissed us goodbye. The baby had been sleeping most of the time they were in our home. When she put his blankets around him, she handed him to me. She put the white stole back on her brown hair and I looked at the baby. He opened his eyes and I know he was too young to smile, but I tell you- he did. I will never forget the look on that infant face. Maybe it was the special night or, as I said, maybe the hall light cast a reflection, but in the blanket around the baby's head, a brightness glowed. They started out the door. ‘Wait!' I yelled. I put the carved infant Jesus into David's hand. ‘I will never forget you.' I said. ‘Nor we you,' said the father, ‘or your kindness to strangers.' As they drove out of sight Morris and I came back into the warm room. The Bible was on the coffee table where Morris put it after he had read to me earlier. The draft from the door turned the fine Bible pages. We sat down and glanced at the holy book, ‘The Living Bible', Luke 9:48, ‘Anyone who takes care of a little child like this is caring for me!' I leaned back into my husband's arms and looked at the tree. IT WAS A PERFECT CHRISTMAS TREE Tweet
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