We had just returned from apartment
hunting when there was a knock at the door. I was afraid to answer.
My daughters stood fearfully beside me as we waited for a voice
to identify themselves.
"It's me, Santa" said a deep voice. And my little girls
whooped with joy. I grew more afraid. "Mommy, Mommy, open
the door!" came their innocent voices.
Ever so slowly, I unlatched the chain and opened the door. In
front of me stood a Santa, several elves and wrapped parcels
and bags of groceries stretching about 20 feet down the hallway.
My daughters wrapped their arms around Santa and I burst into
tears. The elves carried all the packages into our little apartment.
We had a very generous Christmas. Inside an envelope was also
a certificate from a moving company and $1000 for 1st and last
month's rent toward a new apartment.
I cannot tell you how much this meant to my children and I. We
had a lovely Christmas, moved very shortly thereafter and began
a new life.
To this day I do not know who those wonderful people were but
I will always be very grateful to them and anyone else involved.
You see, they spared two little girls from utter despair, and
one mother the agony of witnessing this.
We rebuilt our lives and in our new community people know our
story. Here we are treated respectfully and kindly. My daughters
know there are good people in this world and learned this message
at a time when life seemed at its worst.
This was a truly wonderful act of generosity and kindness for
which I will be eternally grateful.
Love Sunny B.
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An
Xmas Story Of Kindness
