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When We Woke

By Janis J. Cox
Illinois, USA

I grew up in Jacksonville, Illinois. My mother worked hard to raise us three kids, but our dad wasn’t around much when we were growing up. I can’t remember one Christmas as a child when our dad was home with us. We never had Christmas at our house or a tree or anything like that.

But it seemed fine, because every Christmas morning our grandparents on our mother’s side always came and got our mother and us three kids. We went to their house and had Christmas there. Santa always took our gifts to their house — or so we were told. Our grandparents saw to it that we always had a good Christmas.

One year, when we were about 12, 10, and 8 years old, our mother went to a lawyer to see about a divorce from our father. Of course we children didn’t know this at the time.

That Christmas eve we went to bed with our coats on because we didn’t have any heat in the house. Yet when we woke up on Christmas morning we had heat. It was warm! We went into the front room and there was the biggest most beautiful Christmas tree we had ever seen.

When We WokeUnder the tree were all kinds of gifts. Each gift had a name tag, with “To: boy” or “To: girl” written on it. Now we were old enough to not believe in Santa any more — but this was something strange! How did Santa do this? We decided that there must be a Santa.

We had Christmas at our house, and then we went to our grandparents’ house and had Christmas again. That was the best Christmas ever.

Later, when we were older, our mother told us she had gone to the lawyer about a divorce that year. It was he and his wife who had gotten the tree and bought fuel oil for our heating stove. They brought all those gifts to our house Christmas eve when we were asleep.

Now how they ever got all that into our house and we three kids stayed asleep I will never know. You see, we lived in a three-room house that did not have any doors on any of the rooms. They couldn’t even have shut a door to stop us from hearing them. Yet somehow we did not hear a thing.

I never knew who these people were that did that wonderful Christmas for us. As far as I know, they never even saw us kids. But we have never forgotten them. Not only did they give us a Christmas but they taught us how to be kind to people. I was never able to thank them for what they did, but since then I have tried to help people whenever and however I can.

Originally published as HeroicStories #303 on May 9, 2002

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To that end your comments are not only welcome but encouraged. However, comments that simply find fault or otherwise complain about some aspect of a story will not be published. There's simply no need to find fault here - there are plenty of places on the internet for those discussions if you really feel the need to go negative.

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Comments

  1. Joan says

    July 7, 2014 at 7:41 pm

    It’s difficult to read when your eyes are busy tearing up, but my heart was busy sending the warmth to dry the tears. Thank you, and I look forward to hearing more!

    Reply
  2. Daniel K says

    August 27, 2014 at 8:41 am

    this is so nice and touching

    Reply
  3. Janice says

    June 8, 2016 at 7:11 pm

    What wonderful memories…..

    Reply
  4. Toni-Marie says

    August 27, 2016 at 1:40 pm

    Thank you for making me smile. This is a wonderful, heartwarming story. I would also like to thank HeroicStories.Org for providing a site dedicated to the Good in everyone. Much Love <3

    Reply
  5. Sarah says

    December 3, 2019 at 1:13 pm

    During school assembly each week I tell the children about a hero from the past, locally or in the current news each week. I looked for a heroic story to do with Christmas and struggled to find anything inspiring. Thank you for this story! I will share it with the children and am sure I will be diving into this website again – beautiful. Thank you!

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