A Christmas Blessing

A poinsettia plant left at my door at Christmastime with no card. What a beautiful thought. I begin thanking all the usual suspects. “Wasn’t me”, was my answer time after time.

A Christmas mystery.

A knock on my door. I open to see my wonderful young neighbor. He’s a gentle soul, with high-functioning challenges. Always smiling with a quick “hello neighbor”.

“Did you get my poinsettia plant?”

My heart melted. I tried not to let him see I was crying tears of joy. I thanked him and gave a great big hug. He was filled with joy.

Little does he know, the purity of the poinsettia gift will linger throughout the years as it touched my heart.

A Christmas blessing.