Wandering alone through the Dolphin Mall in Miami, I was hit with an overwhelming sense of sadness and aloneness (if that’s a word). The sound of Christmas carols filled the air and all the shoppers were hustling and bustling to buy the next greatest thing. Watching it all, I got the feeling that no one remembered the true meaning of Christmas that it wasn’t about buying the best presents or the most expensive presents, it was about giving from the heart.
Because my father grew up poor, Christmas was important to him and he always made sure that my brother and I got the best presents he could buy us, even if it meant scrimping somewhere else. Growing up, I didn’t realize the sacrifices that went into making sure that we had presents under the tree and sometimes I took it for granted. However, as an adult I know how hard it is to make sure there are presents under the tree while you’re also making sure there’s a roof over your head and food on the table.
Wandering through that mall, I felt like my heart was breaking as I remembered the joy that Christmas had brought my father and knowing I’d never have Christmas with my daddy again. However, I realized that I still had my own family to enjoy Christmas with and I could make a difference in the lives of some of those poor little boys and girls who were wondering if Santy was coming to their house this year.