In the Nick of Time

Last night, I heard Martin drop his paint supplies in the other room, bolt out of the house, and then peel out of the driveway into town. I figured he needed something before the stores closed, so I didn’t think anything of it. He returned about 20 minutes later, looking exhausted.

Him: “It’s done.”
Me: “Done?”
Him: “St. Nick. I just went and got stuff for their shoes. Right before the stores closed.”
Me: “Ohhhh, you should have said something. I have it all right here.” *Pulls out bag of candy from under the bed* You know I’m always prepared for this stuff.”
Him: “I didn’t want to assume! We’ve been so busy! And both kids [the Middles] had homework about St. Nick, so I know they’re gonna expect something. Guess they’ll be loaded on sugar tomorrow.”

These kids are soooooo lucky to have a father who cares so much … and parents who do not communicate.

They woke up this morning to double-stuffed boots.

The baby didn’t get a boot, but he did find a playsaucer just for him!


Also last night, the customer lines at the Exchange extended deep into the toiletries aisles as I walked toward the store exit. Even the “10 Items or Less” lane had 15 customers waiting to pay.

Clutching my shopping bags, with my paid receipt long and obvious in my grip, I approached a weary-looking father and his teenage daughter in the middle of the first line. Eyeing their two shampoo bottles and toilet paper, I leaned in and whispered, “There is no line back in customer service.”

He looked down at my bags, saw my receipt, and I have to say, the wave of relief and joy on his face is something I will never forget.

As he and his daughter stepped out of line, and headed to the back, I yelled, “Merry Christmas!!!!!”

And that was my act of kindness for the day.