Christmas Story #3

Hey everyone! I’m back with my third and final Christmas story of the season! It’s hard to believe Christmas is only a week away come this Saturday! I’m sure everyone’s busy finishing their last minute shopping and wrapping, (and I do confess, I still have a couple gifts to buy myself!) but we should never let the “things” of the holidays become more important than the people around us.

This short story “The Christmas Wish“, shows how important it is to think of others more than ourselves, even in the midst of all the busyness and bustle of the holiday season. The Apostle Paul writes in Philippians 2:3 that we are to look at others as better than ourselves. This season is not only about getting gifts, but also giving to others.

I hope you all enjoy my short story! Let me know in the comments below! Also, if you have any other requests for stories, writing tips, or questionnaires you’d like to see on my blog, leave those in the comments below as well! Have a blessed rest of the week, and Merry Christmas! ~ Kay

The Christmas Wish

As we gathered around for our annual Christmas Give to the children in foster care, I noticed a small boy we had not counted on our gift list.

“That’s little Jeremy,” Mrs. Hogan whispered in my ear. “He came here just last week.”

I nodded, and was about to turn to one of my colleagues to ask them to run out and grab something for Jeremy, when another little boy came up to receive his gift from Miss March, who was handing out the presents.

“Hello, Nick,” she said with a smile. “What did you wish for this Christmas?” I knew what we had gotten him; a car and truck set, which was all the rage with boys his age. We’d seen him look longingly in the shop windows at it before, and I knew what he would say.

Only I was wrong. “I wish that Jeremy would have the bestest Christmas this year,” he said. “Y’see, he’s been here a week already, and hasn’t even smiled. I wish that he’d be so happy this Christmas, that he’d smile.”

That gave me an idea. We wanted to fulfill the children’s wishes, right? “Nick,” I said to him. “Do you think Jeremy would be happy if he got a gift?”

Nick nodded. “I think so. I wanted to get him something, but I don’t have any money.”

I smiled, holding out his wrapped gift. “Would you like to give him your gift?”

Nick’s face lit up. “That’s a good idea! Thank you, Miss!”

I watched as Nick brought the package over to Jeremy and exchanged a few words with him, then Jeremy took the package and ripped the paper off in excitement. I saw both boys’ faces light up, and as they took out the trucks and cars and played, I saw a smile on Jeremy’s face.

“Jeremy’s smiling,” Mrs. Hogan said, wiping the tears from her eyes. “Nick got his Christmas wish.”

Yes, he had gotten his Christmas wish, and in seeing all the bright, smiling faces of the children, so had I.