Christmas was almost here again Dad, get out the decorations," my 10-year-old daughter insisted. When I'd put away the Christmas things last year, we'd just buried my six-year-old son, Bobby, who had died in an accident on New Year's Eve. My wife had carefully packed each item in its labeled box and I'd lugged everything out to the storage shed. I didn't want to face those sad memories again. But my daughter wanted Christmas as usual, with the tree and all the trimmings. I steeled myself and headed out to the shed. It was a crisp, clear, windless day, with the sun high in the sky, but the beauty was lost on me. I thought I would never again enjoy Christmas. How can I without all of us here together? I yanked open the shed door and a cold wind swooshed out. A sheet of paper floated toward me, slowly coming to rest at my feet. Then the air was still once more. I bent down to pick up the paper. A Christmas card. How did this get here? I wondered. We had a special box for cards we'd saved, cards whose messages were worth reading year after year. We cherished those. Especially this one from last year, the one I held in my hands. As I reread his crayoned message, I could hear Bobby's voice, see his face on Christmas morning. He'd always be with us, and one day we'd be with him. His card read ....from 1st grade 1986 "Have a Merry Christmas Mommy and Daddy" Love Bobby. This story was submitted to, Angels on Earth A Guideposts Publication printed in the Nov/Dec 2000 Christmas Issue Dedicated to Larry & Lugene Hammond

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