Bobby was getting cold sitting out in his back yard in the snow. Bobby didn't wear boots; he didn't like them and anyway he didn't own any. The thin sneakers he wore had a few holes in them and they did a poor job of keeping out the cold. Bobby had been in his backyard for about an hour already. And, try as he might, he could not come up with an idea for his mother's Christmas gift. He shook his head as he thought,
"This is useless, even if I do come up with an idea, I don't have any money to spend."
Ever since his father had passed away three years ago, the family of five had struggled. It wasn't because his mother didn't care, or try, there just never seemed to be enough. She worked nights at the hospital, but the small wage that she was earning could only be stretched so far.
What the family lacked in money and material things, they more than made up for in love and family unity. Bobby had two older and one younger sister, who ran the house hold in their mother's absence. All three of his sisters had already made beautiful gifts for their mother. Somehow it just wasn't fair. Here it was Christmas Eve already, and he had nothing.
Wiping a tear from his eye, Bobby kicked the snow and started to walk down to the street where the shops and stores were. It wasn't easy being six without a father, especially when he needed a man to talk to. Bobby walked from shop to shop, looking into each decorated window. Everything seemed so beautiful and so out of reach.
It was starting to get dark and Bobby reluctantly turned to walk home when suddenly his eyes caught the glimmer of the setting sun's rays reflecting off of something along the curb. He reached down and discovered a shiny dime. Never before has anyone felt so wealthy as Bobby felt at that moment. As he held his new found treasure, a warmth spread throughout his entire body and he walked into the first store he saw. His excitement quickly turned cold when the sales person told him that he couldn't buy anything with only a dime.
He saw a flower shop and went inside to wait in line. When the shop owner asked if he could help him, Bobby presented the dime and asked if he could buy one flower for his mother's Christmas gift. The shop owner looked at Bobby and his ten cent offering. Then he put his hand on Bobby's shoulder and said to him, "You just wait here and I'll see what I can do for you." As Bobby waited he looked at the beautiful flowers and even though he was a boy, he could see why mothers and girls liked flowers. The sound of the door closing as the last customer left jolted Bobby back to reality. All alone in the shop, Bobby began to feel alone and afraid.
Suddenly the shop owner came out and moved to the counter. There, before Bobby's eyes, lay twelve long stem, red roses, with leaves of green and tiny white flowers all tied together with a big silver bow. Bobby's heart sank as the owner picked them up and placed them gently into a long white box.
"That will be ten cents young man." the shop owner said reaching out his hand for the dime.
Slowly, Bobby moved his hand to give the man his dime. Could this be true? No one else would give him a thing for his dime! Sensing the boy's reluctance, the shop owner added, "I just happened to have some roses on sale for ten cents a dozen. Would you like them?" This time Bobby did not hesitate, and when the man placed the long box into his hands, he knew it was true. Walking out the door that the owner was holding for Bobby, he heard the shop keeper say, "Merry Christmas, son."
As he returned inside, the shop keeper's wife walked out. "Who were you talking to back there and where are the roses you were fixing?"
Staring out the window, and blinking the tears from his own eyes, he replied,
"A strange thing happened to me this morning. While I was setting up things to open the shop, I thought I heard a voice telling me to set aside a dozen of my best roses for a special gift. I wasn't sure at the time whether I had lost my mind or what, but I set them aside anyway. Then just a few minutes ago, a little boy came into the shop and wanted to buy a flower for his mother with one small dime. When I looked at him, I saw myself, many years ago. I too, was a poor boy with nothing to buy my mother a Christmas gift. A bearded man, whom I never knew, stopped me on the street and told me that he wanted to give me ten dollars. When I saw that little boy tonight, I knew who that voice was, and I put together a dozen of my very best roses."
The shop owner and his wife hugged each other tightly, and as they stepped out into the bitter cold air, they somehow didn't feel cold at all.
May this story instill the spirit of Christmas in you enough to pass this act along.
Have a Joyous and Peace-filled season.
- Author Unknown
Made a trip up to the Pearl of the Orient to attend my cousin's wedding recently, with this being the fourth and final matrimonial celebration. Typically, there will be a tea ceremony, but before that, there is this tradition of the groom and his merry mates being "bullied" by the bride's "chi-muis". I do wonder how did this culture arise, as the groom with his friends will need to brave the many challenges set forth by the ladies before the groom is able to claim his "prize". Many a times, the groom and his entourage will be "forced" to hand over angpows, eat specially made popiahs, or other food stuffed with hot peppers and perhaps wasabi, as well as perform feats which endanger the masculinity of the groom and his mates. My cousin's event even had an Oriental theme. Now seriously, why go through all these playfulness? What's the thinking behind it? Hmm... Something else which my other relatives and I were discussing as we were watching the happenings, is that most of these tradition have been passed down by word of mouth, and before long, most would have deviated or be lost through the generations. Wonder if anyone has ever compiled such variations in tradition for the Chinese folks.
Well, a wedding can be a momentous occassion, but stories abound which now sends laughter and disbelief that such happenings could occur, even with the best of planning. For example? Someone delegated with the task of bringing the wedding rings to the church service in Kuching, forgot to bring them on the actual day. Luckily, a mad dash home resulted in a delay of only about half an hour! Imagine if it had happened in KL and the one doing the mad dash home to retrieve the rings had to brave incessant traffic flow! That someone also almost forgot or was it totally forgot(?) to bring the groom's speech for the wedding dinner in Kuching! Egads indeed!!!
Through it all, I missed the three previous celebration, but managed to go for the Penang one. Lovely weather, and managed to visit "Lorong Bangkok" which had rows of houses of an era gone by. My cousin's wife's sister-in-law opened a boutique along the British colonial heritage row, nestled amongst stay-in houses and various other types of shops.
All in all, it was good to see my cousin again. Haven't seen him and his then intended for a while as both are working overseas. They have been going steady for over 9 years and finally tied the knot. Best wishes to the lovely couple.
