sometimes it's inviting people into your home to be a part of something small.
like decorating sugar cookies
and making cards
not for neighbors, but for those who have no neighbors.
The ones who stand on the street corners,
whose motives are constantly under scrutiny,
the ones holding the signs that say
so we made an anything
batches of cookies piled high with icing
and Christmas cards
handmade, complete with misspellings,
but with etchings such as
we are praying for you
and I know that their Christmas might not be merry,
but I said it anyway
and the three of us in the car delivering,
we looked into their eyes
and we smiled,
offering kindness and a bit of hope...maybe
but their smiles revealed their acceptance
of our offering,
a special treat just because
it's a season that was meant to be about
and my littlest piped up from the backseat
why didn't we bring apples and oranges, too?
and I think, next year, hannah,
next year we will add on a little more love
to our simple gifts
and I smile because it looks like the heart of my daughter
has grown just as big as the smiles
of those who received our cookies
and I think oh,
it is more blessed to give than to receive.
Linking with Emily for Imperfect Prose.