In the days following Thanksgiving, each year my Grandpa would find a reason to drive “into town”, alone. He just said he had an errand to run.
He would come back with a Poinsettia plant for my Grandma and my mother.
Without fail, every single year. I have no idea when the tradition started, it just was a part of our holiday décor.
Home school lesson for today: Joel Robert Poinsett, who was an amateur botanist & the first ambassador to Mexico, first introduced poinsettias to the United States in 1825.
My sisters both love the vibrant leaves. One sister loves the shocking red and the other sister loves the white. Seems everyone has a preference.
In our church, during this Advent season, the communion rail is decorated with oodles of poinsettias that are given in someone’s name or to celebrate an anniversary.
On November 28th each year, my friend would receive a poinsettia. Her dad would celebrate his birthday by bringing a beautiful plant to her, her sisters and her mother. Each year a gift from him to his girls.
Sadly, this year, he passed away before he could fulfill his tradition.
I worked it over in my mind. Several times. Oh sure, thanks to the internet and FTD, I could have a similar one sent to her clear across the country. I wanted to make her smile.
However, receiving the plant from her father was “their” thing.
So Mr. Right and I came up with an idea. We went “to town” and purchased a beautiful poinsettia. Vibrant and lush, healthy and cheerful. I tied a tag onto the plant.
Merry Christmas. Love, Craig
Then Mr. Right drove me to a retirement/assisted living facility. I bustled in. My jaunty scarf a flying. I met the happy receptionist. I said, I would like to drop this off. She said who is it for? I said, someone who doesn’t have visitors.
She was thrilled and said she KNEW just the perfect lady. She thanked me profusely and wished me a very Merry Christmas.
Made me wish I had half a dozen more. (Mr. Right said, next year, lets donate 6?) gosh, I love that man………………
I then sent a picture to my friend. I wanted her to feel the pure goodness of something her Dad would have loved.
She joined me in buying a plant for a lady that had been extra kind to her.
Random Acts of Kindness………………just when you thought you were doing a good deed and making others feel good……………happiness & grace spills all over you.
May the month of December bathe you in Grace and Goodness. May you find creative ways to spread a little of that grace and kindness around.
We could all use a little more kindness.