Opening with this one,
is what we all walk around intending to do,
but how true to our words are we?
As we carry on with our everyday lives,
and especially with the hustle and bustle
of the Christmas season,
do we even understand the “true” meaning
of giving at Christmas.
Today as I went out to do some last-minute shopping,
I passed an elderly homeless man standing at an intersection
begging for change.
I have passed many in the last month or so
and like so many,
would run through my mind
“why doesn’t he get a job like the rest of us?”
“bet he just spends the money on cigarettes, alcohol or drugs so why should I bother?”
Well there is something about the season
that gets to me.
As I sat in my warm car idling at the light
listening to Brenda Lee Rockin’ around the Christmas tree,
knowing that on a cold night like tonight
I would more than likely not need that extra blanket
because I had the luxury of turning the heat up,
and I had some hot chocolate
(with marshmallows of course)
for an extra shot of warmth if I needed it.
I realized as I watched him sway from one foot to the other,
how cold he must have been
standing there with his cardboard in hand
with the words
“homeless, hungry and poor”
pleading for whatever change anyone could spare.
Something came over me,
and without hesitation,
I reached into my jacket pocket,
found a handful of change
and as soon as I was pulled up close enough
I handed him the money
saying Merry Christmas buddy!
He smiled back,
said God Bless you
and wished me the same.
The interesting part was the looks I got
from cars who passed me.
It was like I had done something
unspeakable and I could almost imagine
the gasps as their eyes gazed my way.
What came to me
is now wasn’t the time to judge,
I’ll tell you something.
I drove away not only feeling like I did something good for him,
but I did something good for me.
I put my opinions aside,
left my “better than thou” attitude at the door,
believed that another human being needed a hand
and did what just felt right in my heart.
I wouldn’t allow myself to think the worst
of what he did with the money,
but rather that I gave
giving at Christmas
it’s true meaning.
Knowing my measly contribution
wouldn’t be his Christmas miracle,
I could only wish he at least got something hot to eat.
I did not write this one
to open up a discussion about anyone’s opinions
or beliefs of those down on their luck.
I wrote this to hopefully remind us
that we are all God’s children,
and if we want to play the role
of peace and love
especially during the holidays,
save your 2 cents for what really matters!
Have a beautiful Christmas everybody!