Wednesday, December 05, 2007


Last year, at this time, things 'round here were pretty bleak. Farmboy had not worked in months, and bills were piling up. My stepdad was always very generous at Christmas, so the kids were assured of lots of presents, tho very little would come directly from us.
Several weeks before Christmas, I had gone with a friend to a local antique mall, and spotted a large glitter church.
And it played my absolute favorite Christmas hymn, "O Holy Night".

That was just about $40 more than I had, and even if I DID have it, I wouldn't have bought anything for myself, it would have gone to groceries, or the enormous gas bill.
On Christmas morning, after the kids had opened their presents, my beloved Farmboy comes in from the garage carrying a large bag, with "O Holy Night" playing softly from under it.
My glitter church!
I wept.

Farmboy is now doing "10-20" for robbing a 7-11.
He had actually done a few odd jobs in that month before Christmas, and tucked that money aside when he found out that was my hearts desire.

I just love my Farmboy!

Any special gift stand out in YOUR mind?

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Rosie's Whimsy said...

What a sweet story. Thanks for sharing it :-)

Nunnie's Attic said...

That's sweet, Cyn. You've got a keeper, I'd say!


Thoughts on Life and Millinery. said...

We had a "broke" year one year. Got gifts at the thrift shop. Actually enjoyed the simplicity of it. And the second year we were married; I was two months pregnant and B. got me a ten speed bike. Every pregnant non-athletic woman's dream!

Your story is sooo much sweeter. I am enjoying getting to know you a bit more. I hope our family's current "holiday season" will bless you as well. Peace.

Morning Glory said...

That's a really great story and a very beautiful church!

I'm moving around in blogland a little slowly these days because there's just so much to do elsewhere. I just wanted to say thanks for stopping by by blog a while back.

Anonymous said...

That is so sweet. Things like this is what Christmas is all about.

katiez said...

How sweet! It means so much more when it really comes from the heart.
Or the hand - we quit exchanging presents a few years ago - and mon mari made me a lovely music box...just because!

cityfarmer said...

As you well know, I have many 'a sugar's hard to take them down after Christmas..Bless dear P. for being so clued in to your wishes...I think our men have it made ...most women want gifts from Nordstrom and we want used stuff from the thrift shop...bring it on!

kansasrose said...

What a touching post and your man know what matters this, love, love.

Homemakersheart said...

How wonderful, to have a mate who thinks of you and does what he can to bring a smile to your face. God's peace to you this season. May your days up to the day of celebration, be peaceful and sane ;-)


a said...

I've got some time tonight! & I had to make my way over here and wave hello cyn! ahhh I love this story...hard times? I know those well in my life, but if it were not for hard times those good things would not be as sweet:) right? xo to you! and Merry Christmas to you and your family!

Rosa said...

Santa has struck early. How sweet. I love it. Ho ho ho.

Lovella said...

I just recieved the best gift ever . .come and see . .(big smirk)

Your story is just so tender and that is exactly how I always see you.

Thoughts on Life and Millinery. said...

Hi Cyn! I want to especially invite you to dinner at my place tonight...if you have a chance, come on by my blog. We'll wait dinner on you!

ShabbyInTheCity said...

A bashful kitten stands out as my all time favorite gift :) From my parents when I was 11.

The Feathered Nest said...

Beautiful glitter church! I love glitter houses. Your farmboy's a keeper for sure, that was very sweet!


Joy said...

Oh Cyn this was such a sweet story! I loved it. :)

A few years back my mom-in-law and I were yard saling in the summer and she saw this old shell-floral arrangement. It was beautiful and over $20.00. (a lot for yard sale prices) She didn't buy it and as soon as we got home she regretted it. Unbeknownst to her I went back to the sale alone and bought it for her. I kept it until Christmas (a good 5 months later) and wrapped it up. The look on her face was priceless when she opened it. She was so thrilled and said that she had always kicked herself for leaving it there. It confirmed the theory that it is always better to give than to receive!

Merry Christmas to you and yours!


Pamela at Homestead Mercantile said...

A true love story. Surprises like that are the best! Praise Jesus!
Just found this blog and will add to my favs for visiting.

Mimi said...

Oh, Cyn, I know I am late to this post, but that is a lovely story. You are blessed in many ways. As I am. My husband is a city boy, but he would do the same, and has.

When I was three years old, my parents had a rough spot financially. We lived with my grandmother. I wanted a certain kind of doll for Christmas but my parents could not afford it. My mother took an older doll I had forgotten about and fixed it up with scraps of material and a few new trinkets. I never knew the differences until years later.