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Monday, December 3, 2012

My Own Christmas Miracle

In 1990, when Eric was 3, he attended Hand In Hand Preschool in Tyler. For Christmas that year, they made a handprint wreath on a piece of fabric. They even used stamps and made wrapping paper. I hung it up that year and kept hanging it.

In 1996, when Joy Anna was 4, she attended Discovery School in Springhill. I wanted another for Joy Anna, so that year, my friend Deana and I made them with our kids.

Starting in 1996, I hung both of them. It was such a big deal to me, I took the large painting down from above the fireplace and hung them there or I would hang one in each front window. This was every year thorough 2007 - our last year in Longview.

When I tried to find them in El Paso, I couldn't. I usually rolled them up and and put them in the Christmas tree box after Christmas. I didn't take that Christmas tree with us to El Paso. The renter knew we had stuff in the attic and knew it was ok. She moved before the next Christmas and we had a new renter. When Dean when to Longview to meet the new renter, it was mid-year. We were not thinking about Christmas or the tree. Of course, when it was time to decorate, I remembered. When we called the renter to ask if he would look in the box and mail the two wreaths to me, he said he had thrown it all away. I was so upset.

This year, when I pulled out the decorations, I prayed that God would perform a Christmas Miracle and place those wreaths in a  box. We have lots and lots of Christmas boxes. I was pretty sure I had looked in each one of them. The stamped wrapping paper was in the boxes, I had saved it even though I had nothing to wrap in it. It was probably the 5thor 6th box to open when I found them. Way down in the bottom of the tub.

I was so excited. I confess to crying a little. Dean laughed a little. He thinks it is funny when I get emotional.

I had to do a little repair work on them, but they are hanging up where I can enjoy them. I can remember those sweet little hands.




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