My Dad received his angel wings two years ago.
Even at the age of 93, Dad had not outgrown the child-like wonder of Christmas.
I must of inherited this gift from Dad, because I love Christmas.
I too have not outgrown the wonder of Christmas, a part of me still wants to believe in Santa Clause.
Shopping for Dad's gifts was always a big part of my Christmas joy.
The past two years, there has been a little sadness, a sense of loss, during this otherwise magical time of year.
When in the stores, I would constantly see something I knew Dad would like.
I would find myself reaching for the article before I remembered that Dad was no longer here.
The tears would fill my eyes and the Christmas joy would leak from my spirit.
This year I remembered Dad's love of animals.
Kittens and puppies were always a part of Dad's life.
Usually the pet's time with Dad began as a stray who wandered into the yard and was invited in for a warm bowl of milk and shelter from the cold.
The memories helped me to realized I could still give Dad a Christmas gift.
Dad would love no gift more, than the knowledge that stray animals were still being brought in from the cold.
Cheques to the local animal shelter were soon made out and taken to the post office.
And I, having mailed the cheques rediscovered the Christmas peace.
Now when I am Christmas shopping, I no longer reach for gifts for Dad, 'cause in my heart I know, Dad's gift is already bought and wrapped.
And it feels so good.
It is that feeling you get when you have found the perfect gift for someone you love.
This Christmas, if you're missing someone you love, I highly recommend a donation to their favorite charity.
Merry Christmas to all.
May the joy and peace of this season fill your heart and home.
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