The Christmas HouseWritten by Dani Oldroyd
"I've got the key to my castle in the air, but whether I can unlock the door remains to be seen." - Louisa May Alcott, Little Women
I get a nostalgic feeling when the Christmas season rolls around. I think about when I was young and remember all my special memories. It seems like the magic has gone and turned into Christmases filled with electronics.
My grandpa grew up in Alberta, Canada far from aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents. When he was six years old his dad became sick and as a family they decided to move back to Utah.
It was the first time my grandpa had ever traveled anywhere, and in the evening of Christmas Eve they arrived in the Avenues of Salt Lake City. They came upon a family member's house and they were so happy to be there. My grandpa's aunt told them about a house to rent. They were all tired, but agreed to see it. His mother, Eva, wasn't sure they could even afford a house.
It was just down the street from family. It was nice, but humble. As they walked in the living room there was a lit tree. Under the tree were presents. Grandpa's younger sister crept closer. As the other kids stepped forward to get her away they noticed that the gifts had their names on it.
They learned that all of their family and friends had paid the rent for that home for the first year. Seeing relief on his parents' faces, warmed his heart. Even as a six year old, he knew how special that Christmas was. His father died less than one month later. I love how special it was for him and I hope to always remember what I have and teach my kids to be thankful for how blessed we are.
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