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The Necklace
Oh! god! how it twinkled!
When i first saw it there, i knew that i wanted it! oh! god! how it called to me.
It was the most beautiful necklace i had ever seen.
It was cut glass and reflected every color in the rainbow. In the center, was frosted an
image of the Virgin Mary.
At the time i fancied i wanted to be a nun. Wanted to be holy...and that
necklace.....that necklace spoke to me......
Everyday on my way home from school, i passed the jewelery store where it hung in the
window and
everyday i stopped. I prayed so hard to the Blessed
Mother....asking....pleading....begging for that ONE thing.....
if i could only have that ONE present at Christmas, i would be the happiest little six
year old in the world!......
Every Saturday when my mother went shopping, my little hand clutched in hers, i would drag
her by the
window to show her the trinket i wanted and every Saturday she would look in the window
and her face
would grow sad. One weekend i even dragged my Daddy to show him the sparkly.
And, in a halting voice he explained that sometimes Santa doesn't bring ~*~exactly~*~ what
we want.
i, of course did not hear him, for what does a six year old know of unemployment, living
from hand to mouth,
and being without money? money means nothing at that age! and my parents never
let me know we were poor!
So, i knew in my lil' six year old heart that the necklace would be mine. It would be mine
because i was a good girl.
It would be mine because i had prayed for it. It would be mine because i wanted it so
much!
And then one afternoon as was my habit i stopped to peer into the window and my necklace
was gone.
My heart soared! because i knew Santa had come and taken the necklace so he could deliver
it on
Christmas Eve to one very happy lil' girl.
The day Daddy went to cut the tree i was euphoric! soon....so soon....
would have the little pretty!.....ohgod! my joy was incredible!
Oh! that last five days to Christmas passed so slowly that year. The time dragged so
slowly.
It was as if, at some point time was going to stop and i would never get that gift my
heart
so yearned for! but then the big night was upon me!
oh god!
i tried to sleep! i tossed, i turned, and i knew Santa would not come to little wide
awake girls!
so i fought my way to slumber land.
I awoke bright and early on Christmas to the sounds of my brothers laughing.
loud crashes and the sounds of
electric train whistles! i ran from my bedroom to find what my heart knew had to be
there......
must be there.......
There was two dolls, clothes, and an easy~bake oven. It did not matter that the toys
looked already
played with, or that the clothes were already worn......what mattered was the
necklace.....
or the lack of it......i was crestfallen..... the ache was unbearable for a six year
old.......
tears started to well up in my eyes.....but my Mother was right there....hugging me...
telling me that God always answers our prayers if our hearts are sincere....
it is just that sometimes the answer is...no......
I played with my dolls....i baked my lil' heart out.....and i tried to forget the
necklace.....
it was just a silly ole' thing anyway...and i went about the business of being a six year
old......
content that i did get nice things....just not THE thing......
When i went back to school.....i once again passed the window where the lil' necklace had
hung.....
and i thought about the colors.....allllll the beautiful colors........
Several years later......i must have been about 10 or so...Christmas again came, but that
year
i knew there was no Santa....and that i would probably get clothes....and maybe a record
or two....
On Christmas morning i got up....lumbered out to the tree....and saw hanging from the
one of the
boughs a box.....most exquisitly wrapped.....so beautiful....bright shiny silver
ribbon!.....
ummmmmmmm.....and darkblue paper with twinkling silver stars.....
and one star that shined brighter than the rest.....
My Mom came to me and untied the box from the tree.....my Dad standing close behind
her.......
she handed me the box....smiling from ear to ear.....
I took the box gently and and unwrapped it so slowly......once again thinking of the
necklace.....
thinking of it's beauty.....and of how badly i had wanted it....
My hands shook as i opened the box....and my mind told me that it couldn't possibly be the
thing i had
wanted so long ago.....and 4 years is so long ago to a 10 year
old..........i mean....how
could Mom and
Dad have found it after four years!!!!...IMPOSSIBLE!
Only it wasn't.....
I opened the box....and there it was....the Blessed Virgin.....the rays of light dancing
colors inside the box.....
and my heart leapt to my throat....tears to my eyes......there was a small note in my
Mother's fine script.......
~*~Sometimes
the answer is yes~*~
I still have the note....i still have the necklace....and each Christmas i take it out,
read the note.....
and wear the necklace that i so coveted.......remembering the love....the caring....the
meaning of Christmas.....
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