Christmas courtesy the Great Kahoona in the Sky
Truly, the gift is in the giving. That was so evident last year when I experienced the best Christmas ever. Why? I experienced joy!
I have promised the Great Kahoona in the Sky that I’d tell no one who I am. That was part of the deal. I didn’t want my ego involved in any way, shape or form. And I only failed once, by telling a friend.
So I remain anonymous.
Right after Thanksgiving, I was on my way to a local gas station with cash in my wallet from the bank. I wanted to buy a gas card for my husband. Most gas stations won’t take credit while buying a gift card, so I had the $80 from the bank in my wallet. Turns out, this particular one did take credit, so I bought the gas gift card and still had four twenties in my wallet.
Somehow, I was inspired as I said earlier, the Great Kahoona had a lot to do with this, to wait outside a local dollar store and check out who was going in and out.
I sat in my heated car for a short time before I watched a middle-aged lady almost race into the store. Target No. 1, she was. I waited and waited until I wondered if she’d ever come out. Maybe she works there, I thought.
Eventually she did come out, walking that same fast pace. I grabbed two twenties, got out of my car and ran quickly over to her. I stuck my hand out so she could see the money folded up in it, and I said, “Merry Christmas!” She looked at my hand and burst out into tears. I put my hand on her shoulder, working up a few tears myself. I told her, “The money isn’t from me. It’s from God.” And she said something I’ll never forget, “I know it is.”
Target No. 2 arrived a few minutes later, leaving the dollar store with a brood of kids following her. She was a youngish blond woman and as they walked out to the parking lot, I grabbed another two twenties and ran over to her. “Here, you dropped this,” I said. handing her the money. “No I didn’t,” she said questioningly. “Well then,” I said, “Merry Christmas.” She looked up at me, and with the most beautiful smile I ever saw, said, “Thank you,” loud and clear.
I was having so much fun that I got another $50 from the bank and headed up the road to a diner. Target No. 3 was a waitress. She was middle-aged and had a limp.
I waited till after my meal was
served, and after a busboy had cleared the table, I slipped a fifty into her hand as she was returning dirty dishes to the kitchen. She came almost running back, as fast as she could with a limp, and with a big smile on her face thanked me about 100 times. We both hugged. Boy, this is fun, I thought.
That was Christmas last year. I got three more fifties from the bank this year. I gave the first one away to an older lady getting into her car outside a dollar store. She wasn’t smiling when I approached her, but when she saw the money I pushed into her hand, she gave me the sweetest smile. It looked like she hadn’t smiled in a long time. I told her it was from God, and it was.
So, this is Christmas in my book. The Great Kahoona as you can see had everything to do with it because He knew it would bring muchneeded joy into my life. And he somehow inspired me to know what I had to do to have it.