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“Mom, someone’s here! I saw them coming in the driveway!”
A quick glance out the window revealed guests in a jeep setting in the driveway.
One of the children scampered to pick up the Legos in the living room.
“Never mind the toys,” I assured.
In a moment I was at the door greeting a gentleman who informed me of a delivery he had for us.
“Okay?”
“It’s rather heavy, where would be a good place to unload it?” he went on.
“Just drive right up through the yard to the sidewalk,” came my response. (That was Daniel’s practical way of doing things.)
By the time the couple had summoned two packages from the back of their car, Jesse was outside, wondering if he could help them carry something in. The rest of us were bursting with questions.
He so professionally told me he’s got a delivery, but the packages bore no names or addresses. “This must be from an individual, “ I decided. “Why not ask?”
“So do are you part of a delivery company or is this a personal delivery?”
His answer left us with only more questions.
It was not from them personally, but we would eventually find out who it was from.
Setting the heavy box on the living room floor, he straightened his back and explained that he reads our weekly column and that they’re from Ohio.
Okay, so that was that. We heartily thanked them and off they were. The children quickly wrapped up their afternoon jobs before gathering in the living room around the biggest box with the note, “Open first.”
The pretty layer of wrapping paper was peeled back and the box opened. Eyes widened as we all gazed at dozens of wrapped packages. I scanned the note on top. The instructions were simple and exciting. Each day from December 1st through Christmas day we were to pick out the packages with the correct date to brighten our December. Wow.
Excitement reigned. It was November 30, there was only a day until the adventure was to begin.
Now, well on our way through December I am…
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