
The week before Christmas you have to expect some encounters with a few strangers. It's a busy world out there. Sometimes the encounters aren't pleasant, but this week I met 3 strangers who put a smile on my face.


Just to let you know...the project is done and I mailed it to my 3 year old nephew for Christmas. It was a book...a crazy version of the "12 Days of Christmas" using photos of my 2 inch Little Bear.


The little house smelled like a storybook bakery! The sun poured in the ruffly curtains and 2 batches of gingerbread cookies had just come out of a well-used oven. Margarita said she only took pre-orders but she gave me a mini strawberry cupcake to sample and offered a cookie as well. As I nibbled my cupcake we talked about how Margarita's bakery business has been running for nearly 30 years. She admitted that she had closed shop for a few years when her son became ill and then later her husband. "It's my third time opening!" She said with a smile. I wasn't sure if her son and husband survived the cancer. But you can be sure she gave them excellent care. She seemed like a kind and hardworking woman. I took her card and am eager to get back and place an order!

On December 18, I made my annual trip to the Post Office with 6 boxes on my rolling cart. I was nearly disappointed to see only 3 people waiting. I love this insane part of the holidays when the long line ends up forcing people to chat with one another and I eventually skip out the door empty handed. In only a moment I was wheeling my silly cart to the counter and I laughed to the man assisting me, "Just a few boxes here!" I was cheery! He was not. I babbled while he dealt with my load. He ignored me mostly until I said. "I swore I would do all shopping online this year and avoid this." "Well, why didn't you?" He shook his head. "Because I found a wonderful shop where you can buy beautiful things that support a home for mentally challenged adults..." He actually paused and inquired about the place. Then a co-worker passed by and greeted him and my grumpy man answered in monotone, "Glad to be here today." I looked at this weary worker and laughed, "You don't act like you're glad to be here." He sighed and admitted he'd been out a few days and was glad to no longer be home sick. He was softening and I was starting to remember how it feels to be dragged down by flu. Then the man laughed softly and admitted, "I won't be happy to be here in a couple hours. It will be a zoo." When he finished with my boxes, he seemed once again a little annoyed that I needed some Christmas stamps. But I got one more chuckle from him, when I took the tiny stack of stamps and announced. "Ok. I'm going to load my stamps onto my cart and head on out of here!!" He shook his head and smiled and I told him Merry Christmas.

You shared a little holiday spirit! Jim, your eagerness to help got my week off to a good start! Margarita, you were gentle and kind and reminded me of the simple things...baking cookies. And Mr. Postal Man, you gave me a little fun with your stubbornness! I like you all and will be thinking of you on Christmas!