“Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and cometh down from the Father of lights.” James 1:17 (KJV)
Now that Thanksgiving Day is over, I have a confession to make!
We have been so excited for Christmas at our house that we put up our tree on November 18th!
Thanksgiving Day seemed to come so late this year, and we just couldn't wait any longer!
During our 31 married Christmases, one of my favorite parts has always been turning off the lights at night and staring at the twinkling lights on our Christmas tree. We still use the same, exact artificial tree we bought the first Christmas we were married, and it still looks brand new after all these years and the many times we have taken it out and put it back into its original box!
You can catch a glimpse of it in the photo below that Zach used to create the graphic to advertise our upcoming Christmas Memory Sharing posts! Didn't he do a great job on this graphic?
Now that Thanksgiving Day is over, I have a confession to make!
We have been so excited for Christmas at our house that we put up our tree on November 18th!
Thanksgiving Day seemed to come so late this year, and we just couldn't wait any longer!
During our 31 married Christmases, one of my favorite parts has always been turning off the lights at night and staring at the twinkling lights on our Christmas tree. We still use the same, exact artificial tree we bought the first Christmas we were married, and it still looks brand new after all these years and the many times we have taken it out and put it back into its original box!
You can catch a glimpse of it in the photo below that Zach used to create the graphic to advertise our upcoming Christmas Memory Sharing posts! Didn't he do a great job on this graphic?
We are super-excited to start sharing the beautiful Christmas memories from so many of you amazing friends and readers! After publishing this post, the emails started coming in, and oh, my! They are each one just wonderful and so very heartwarming. If you aren't already in the Christmas spirit, reading them will soon get you that way!!
There's still plenty of time and space to share YOUR story with us! Please refer to this post for instructions. The more the merrier. Someone needs to hear YOUR story!
To kick off the Christmas Memory Sharing, today I am re-posting a story I wrote about during the first Christmas season after starting Homespun Devotions. It is a true story from my very own childhood, and I hope you enjoy reading it! Stay tuned because you do not want to miss the other writers' heartfelt stories we will be sharing here over the days leading up to the day we celebrate Jesus' birth!!
Story first published on Homespun Devotions on 12/16/2011
I don’t remember the exact year, but I was somewhere around five years old. Dad’s work had been unsteady, and we were struggling financially. Christmas was coming, and no one in our household had any idea how we would buy gifts. We had pretty much decided there wouldn’t be much of a Christmas—at least not in the way of giving and receiving gifts. But then one day, it all changed.
Dad used to describe himself as a “jack-of-all-trades, yet master of none.” He had a little bit of knowledge in the area of plumbing, electrical, car mechanics, all types of maintenance, and a host of other things. He was the best improviser I have ever known. He could take almost anything that was broken and rig up some way to fix it. If he didn’t have the right parts, he would create them out of the most unlikely objects. Dad could do a lot of things, but one of his most enjoyable “skills” involved trash-picking.
Yes, you read it right—Dad loved to go through trash. He loved to see if there was anything salvageable that he could reinvent, re-use, or recycle into something useful. He could very easily have been the man who coined the phrase, “One man’s trash is another man’s treasure.” He worked for a while for the sanitation department and rode on the back of a garbage truck. Dad was a very humble man, so positions that other people would find degrading didn’t affect him or make him feel degraded in the least. He wasn’t one for caring what other people thought of or said about him, and he didn’t have an ounce of foolish pride in him. He just accepted things as they were, and he made the best of the hand he had been dealt.
He loved his work with the sanitation department, obviously not because of the horrible smells he had to endure while riding on the back of the truck waiting for the driver to stop so he could empty people’s trash cans, but for the “goodies” he would find from time to time. I remember one particular day when he came home with a beautiful crocheted afghan that someone had carelessly tossed on the top of their trash. Mom washed it thoroughly, and my family used it for years. I still remember its vibrant color scheme and how pretty it looked on the back of our couch.
Dad had a very dear friend named Jimmy, and he would sometimes enlist Jimmy in his trash-picking endeavors. Dad was a husky, strong man, and Jimmy was considerably thinner and more limber. Now, you can choose to believe the following story or not, but I can assure it is absolutely the honest truth. During Dad and Jimmy’s trash-picking escapades, Jimmy would climb up on Dad’s shoulders, Dad would stand outside of garbage dumpsters, and Jimmy would dive in. This was way before the term “dumpster-divers” was invented. Who knows? Maybe someone observed their method and came up with that term!
Jimmy’s family was struggling, too, and at the time, he and his wife, Dorothy had two little boys— Jimmy, who was about a year older than me, and David, who was the same age as me. Desperate times call for desperate measures, so right before the above-mentioned Christmas, Dad and Jimmy decided to go out trash-picking. In their search, they came across a toy store and stumbled upon a dumpster goldmine in the back of the store! Now that I am grown and know how much it means to Kevin and me to see the thrill in Zachary’s eyes at Christmas, I can only imagine how Dad and Jimmy felt when they discovered what was in that dumpster! It must have felt like the ultimate trash-picking treasure chest!
Once again, Jimmy climbed on Dad’s back, while Dad stood outside the dumpster. Toy after toy after toy came to the surface, as Jimmy searched through the rubbish. All of them had some slight defect, just enough to make them “unsellable,” but they were brand-new in their original boxes! They brought the toys home, and what a Christmas we had! I will never forget the thrill in my heart, when my Daddy handed me a beautiful Snow White doll that talked when you pulled her string! Even though she had a minor imperfection and stuttered a bit, it never made any difference to me. For years, I loved and cherished her, and she and I spent many happy hours together. Little Jimmy and David felt the same about their toys, and Christmas was extra special for all of us that year.
I look back on that Christmas as one of the happiest of my childhood. It didn’t matter to any of us where our toys came from—we were just so grateful to have toys. To us they were good and perfect gifts, and our hearts were filled with thanks to God for making it possible for us to have them.
After all, every good and perfect gift comes straight from Him, no matter where we find it.
Written by Cheryl Smith