Today, we went Christmas shopping with the girls. Almost every year (we’ve missed a few), the five of us go to the mall together. We separate into small groups ~ or, now that the girls are older, we might all go our separate ways ~ to shop for each other. Before splitting up, however, we like to spend some time shopping together for grandparents, friends, etc. It gives us a chance to see what the others like, enjoy the decorations, music, maybe a snack, and to shop for our little “Christmas Angel.”
Each year, we stop by and pick an angel off a tree at the mall. These are little cards, hung like ornaments on the tree, each with the name and age of a child, the child’s clothing sizes, interests and/or gift requests. Shoppers can take a card, shop for gifts for the child, then return the card and gifts to be wrapped and given to the child. The girls usually like to choose a little boy to shop for, since they don’t have a little brother. It is one of our favourite traditions, and, no matter how lean things might be for us, we always manage to find enough to buy a gift for one of these little angels.
This morning, on our way in to Mass, we noticed a similar tree there. We decided to choose a card from that tree, and the girls selected a 2-year-old girl this time, since they hadn’t shopped for a little girl in a long time. We were excited at the prospect of shopping for a couple of adorable little outfits and a toddler-appropriate toy to brighten a little child’s Holiday. After Mass, we drove to the mall, and, as soon as we walked in, there was the tree, with more little cards hung all over it. The girls decided to look, just in case they wanted to shop for another child.
We were finding a lot of older kids, asking for things like bicycles, which we weren’t sure we could afford, but kept checking the cards, just in case there was something we could manage. We were just about ready to leave when we came upon a card that was written for a 1-month-old boy. The card asked for a stroller and diapers.
A stroller and diapers.
We just couldn’t walk away. This tiny baby needed a stroller and diapers for Christmas. The girls all offered to pitch in, and we took the card. Unfortunately, there wasn’t a store in the mall that sold diapers, so we got a stroller and two tiny outfits ~ one with suit pants, a matching vest, and a tiny button-up dress shirt, and one with a sweatshirt and pants, and a little warm puffer vest. When we returned to the tree with the gifts and tag, we explained that we hadn’t been able to find diapers, and the woman working at the table said she would get the diapers and add them to our gift. We also found an adorable sweater and leggings set for the little girl, as well as a gorgeous, sparkly silver dressy dress and sweater set. We have another week to find a little toy to go with it.
When we got home this evening, the garage, which we just had fixed, was leaking again, as was the bathroom ceiling.
I’m not sure what we’re going to do about these new little bumps in the road, but a baby boy will get a stroller, a couple of snazzy outfits and some diapers for Christmas, and a little girl will get a dress fit for a princess, some play clothes, and a little toy. And me? There’s a roof (albeit, a leaky one) over my head, and food on the table. If that’s not enough, I get these sweet, tender-hearted girls, and this generous, kind-hearted man.
Already, I got my wish.