Rush, rush, rush. After a slow morning, rushing is what we were doing to be out the door in time for my meeting.
“What’s that red thing?” Avery asked as I opened the door and closed it again to unlatch the lock.
What red thing? I thought in complete disregard, maybe even annoyance, grabbing miscellaneous item and fifteen thousand bags. That’s what it felt like, anyway.
I opened the door, and there at the doorstep was a drum-like basket, fluffed with red tissue paper, containing oranges and holiday mini-snickers (my favorites!).
I looked around at the other houses. Did they have baskets, too? Not that I could tell. I dropped a few bags and set the basket on our entry table, quickly scanned for a card and decided I didn’t have time to wonder about it now. Off we went.
When we returned home hours later, the basket still remained. The kids ran around playing, and I decided to further investigate this holiday mystery. I felt to the bottom of the basket, below the tasty goodies, and there was paper. Between red paper was a card for my “sweet” family. That alone melted my heart. When I opened the card, hoping to find a name for this kind soul, all I found was money.
I couldn’t cry, for it was too rich a blessing, too kind and good. I could only smile in disbelief.
Surely the spirit of Saint Nicholas prevails, alive and well. I only I hope I live to return the blessing to others in the future. For now, I give thanks to our angel.