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White Rose
I hurried into the local department store to grab some
last minute Christmas gifts. I looked at all the people and
grumbled to myself. I would be in here forever and I just
had so much to do. Christmas was beginning to become
such a drag. I kind of wished that I could just sleep
through Christmas. But I hurried the best I could through
all the people to the toy department.
Once again I kind of mumbled to myself at the prices
of all these toys, and wondered if the grandkids would even
play with them. I found myself in the doll aisle. Out of the
corner of my eye I saw a little boy about 5 holding a lovely
doll. He kept touching her hair and he held her so gently. I
could not seem to help myself. I just kept looking over at
the little boy and wondered who the doll was for. I watched
him turn to a woman and he called his aunt by name and
said, "Are you sure I don't have enough money?"
She replied a bit impatiently, "You know that you don't
have enough money for it."
The aunt told the little boy not to go anywhere that she
had to go get some other things and would be back in a few
minutes. And then she left the aisle. The boy continued to
hold the doll. After a bit I asked the boy who the doll was
for.
He said, "It is the doll my sister wanted so badly for
Christmas. She just knew that Santa would bring it."
I told him that maybe Santa was going to bring it.
He said "No, Santa can't go where my sister is...I have
to give the doll to my Mamma to take to her". I asked him
where his sister was. He looked at me with the saddest eyes
and said, "She has gone to be with Jesus. My Daddy says
that Mama is going to have to go be with her."
My heart nearly stopped beating. Then the boy looked
at me again and said,
"I told my Daddy to tell Mama not to go. I told him to tell
her to wait till I got back from the store".
Then he asked me if I wanted to see his picture. I told
him I would love to.
He pulled out some pictures he'd had taken at the
front of the store. He said "I want my Mamma to take this
with her so she don't ever forget me. I love my Mama so
very much and I wish she did not have to leave me. But
Daddy says she will need to be with my sister."
I saw that the little boy had lowered his head and had
grown so very quiet. While he was not looking I reached
into my purse and pulled out a handful of bills.
I asked the little boy, "Shall we count that money one
more time?"
He grew excited and said "Yes, I just know it has to be
enough".
So I slipped my money in with his and we began to count it.
Of course it was plenty for the doll. He softly said, "Thank
you Jesus for giving me enough money."
Then the boy said "I just asked Jesus to give me
enough money to buy this doll so Mama can take it with
her to give to my sister. And he heard my prayer. I wanted
to ask him for enough to buy my Mama a white rose, but I
didn't ask him, but he gave me enough to buy the doll and
a rose for my Mama. She loves white roses so very, very
much".
In a few minutes the aunt came back and I wheeled my
cart away. I could not keep from thinking about the little
boy as I finished my shopping in a totally different spirit
than when I had started. And I kept remembering a story I
had seen in the newspaper several days earlier about a
drunk driver hitting a car and killing a little girl and the
Mother was in serious condition. The family was deciding
on whether to remove the life support. Now surely this
little boy did not belong with that story.
Two days later I read in the paper where the family
had disconnected the life support and the young woman
had died. I could not forget the little boy and just kept
wondering if the two were somehow connected. Later that
day, I could not help myself and I went out and bought
some white roses and took them to the funeral home where
the young woman was. And there she was holding a lovely
white rose, the beautiful doll, and the picture of the little
boy in the store. I left there in tears, my life changed
forever.
The love that little boy had for his little sister and his
mother was overwhelming. And in a split second a drunk
driver had ripped the life of that little boy to pieces.
~~ Author unknown ~~
"Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings
have trouble remembering how to fly."
Christmas Roses 
SANTA DOSEN'T WEAR RED 
DEAR SANTA 
Merry Christmas My Love
