A young boy had his name pulled out of a bag and he won a bike on Christmas. He was so happy, and his family was so happy. It was a true surprise, a little like what happens under the tree, but so unexpected it must have been magic.
Across the room from where the lucky boy and his family sat, a woman dressed for the occasion finished her dinner plate and talked with those around her. Her red and white outfit, complete with the daintiest of hats, made her stand out. Her blue eyes brimmed with wisdom, a magic that stays with those who never forget what it was like to receive, to appreciate the unexpected as a child. She was old, but clearly remembered.
She didnít get up, but beckoned with her hand to come back for a moment. She said she was from a Valley family with roots growing over 100 years. No longer could she consider herself a rancher, but took pride in her small home on the corner of the land. She could only think of the ranch in its former days since the present was no longer like yesterday, no longer the same and how it came so unexpectedly.
About eight months ago, she said her daughter was in a serious car accident. The accident took her eyesight along with several other functions that make life that much easier to live. The accident changed visions of the future, and it forced change, adaptation and, she said, hard times.
On this Christmas afternoon, it looked like the sharply dressed woman had never seen a hard time. Before work quickly beckoned to the other side of the room, she convincingly explained the pain of life was nothing more than, say, winning a bike when it was thought not possible. The unexpected deepened her belief in religion because, in her blue eyes brimming with wisdom, it was her God that spared her little girl, and the magic of her grandchildren that forced the family to keep on keeping on with a new found strength in spirit and soul.
A young boy went home with a bike and an old woman went home to her piece of living history Tuesday afternoon. It was all so unexpected it took a moment or two for the magic to creep in because sometimes it hurts to see the lucky relish and the unfortunate make do. Before the moment passed, an unexpected friend opened up the true surprises of Christmas wrapped in a tale about a dayís work, and these unexpected gifts are better than anything Santa could place under the tree.